Unseen Prose and Poetry
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Marooned, Akpatse felt imprisoned. It was fifteen days since the storm. The flood waters were not receding; neither did Akpatse see any sign of help coming. Akpatse could not swim the expanse of flood waters. He meditated: when one looks upon the mountain for help and help comes from the Lord ... where does the Lord sit - in the cloud or on the mountain, or in the valley?
Well, Akpatse looked for salvation in the distance, far across the ocean of flood - the intimidating expense of his great gaoler - up to where the sky and the lips of the flood waters met in a mocking kiss. He had forgotten the feeling of hunger but knew he did not have any energy. What a foolish thing to think! He had not had any food for days. True. But hunger never said hello from the hollow of his 'person-tree' as they say in his language. Akpatse saw no help coming.
The reference to mountain illustrates
Unseen Prose and Poetry
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Marooned, Akpatse felt imprisoned. It was fifteen days since the storm. The flood waters were not receding; neither did Akpatse see any sign of help coming. Akpatse could not swim the expanse of flood waters. He meditated: when one looks upon the mountain for help and help comes from the Lord ... where does the Lord sit - in the cloud or on the mountain, or in the valley?
Well, Akpatse looked for salvation in the distance, far across the ocean of flood - the intimidating expense of his great gaoler - up to where the sky and the lips of the flood waters met in a mocking kiss. He had forgotten the feeling of hunger but knew he did not have any energy. What a foolish thing to think! He had not had any food for days. True. But hunger never said hello from the hollow of his 'person-tree' as they say in his language. Akpatse saw no help coming.
The overall feeling evoked by the passage is one of
Unseen Prose and Poetry
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Marooned, Akpatse felt imprisoned. It was fifteen days since the storm. The flood waters were not receding; neither did Akpatse see any sign of help coming. Akpatse could not swim the expanse of flood waters. He meditated: when one looks upon the mountain for help and help comes from the Lord ... where does the Lord sit - in the cloud or on the mountain, or in the valley?
Well, Akpatse looked for salvation in the distance, far across the ocean of flood - the intimidating expense of his great gaoler - up to where the sky and the lips of the flood waters met in a mocking kiss. He had forgotten the feeling of hunger but knew he did not have any energy. What a foolish thing to think! He had not had any food for days. True. But hunger never said hello from the hollow of his 'person-tree' as they say in his language. Akpatse saw no help coming.
Flood waters met in a mocking kiss illustrates
Unseen Prose and Poetry
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Marooned, Akpatse felt imprisoned. It was fifteen days since the storm. The flood waters were not receding; neither did Akpatse see any sign of help coming. Akpatse could not swim the expanse of flood waters. He meditated: when one looks upon the mountain for help and help comes from the Lord ... where does the Lord sit - in the cloud or on the mountain, or in the valley?
Well, Akpatse looked for salvation in the distance, far across the ocean of flood - the intimidating expense of his great gaoler - up to where the sky and the lips of the flood waters met in a mocking kiss. He had forgotten the feeling of hunger but knew he did not have any energy. What a foolish thing to think! He had not had any food for days. True. But hunger never said hello from the hollow of his 'person-tree' as they say in his language. Akpatse saw no help coming.
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Your lies are the withering strokes still, they come from the inner recesses of your dungeoned heart.
And though venomous than the venom, they inspire our once dociled minds to disorders
even as your angels of death pass us by with messages of hopeless hope.
Did you read our mind in your lies?
We know the seat of power in a castle of your evil heart; where your lies are imprisoned to be released again and again; they are never in rain! but they have soothed us calmly , your lies; the war is not of you anymore, it is of the angels who pass us by with messages of peace.
The main theme of the poem is
