Tolu Ogunlesi

BEYOND

starts here, no telling where one
dream ends, another begins.

terminal blurs into lecture-hall, same exam
I’ve evaded all these years outside school.

no marking templates for the sick-bed,
no extra points for dreaming without brakes.

given time, a snail installs escape-artistry,
this is the unmatched resolve

of abundance. It is Time, after all,
unlimited to itself. Half-dreams stretch time,

time stretches back, day-time, time-less,
sick-bed, sweat-pool, stop-clock, silence.

It has now completed its thing.
I am alive again, and dream less, again.