Reality has birthed a new foal Is time on hold, perched on a new pole ? Like aves my thoughts have found a new stroll And I can’t stop awhile, I shall find this new bole Such soft material, wait why is it called an handkerchief Simpler is the concept of hand fan, brief This wind cuddles me with lies and mischief I know the sun is coming, that short tempered day Chief Dosage forms, labels, plates and agar Must my search exceed the horizons where my naked eyes can soar? This heat! Can I just lay in an ice cold river My hands outstretched but I can only reach so far How do you feel, now that you’ve read this ? Are you lost, annoyed, confused, mad at how long you lost bliss ? Or are you now in my head, in my heart, in my mind’s bodice ? Do you see, can you feel, how sane am I in all of these? Art now ? Adeola P. Adesanya