To vanish is not to not be in existence.
It is simply the state of not being,
like the kiss of the morning’s first dew drop
or the wink of the evening’s last ray of light,
it is simply to not be.
To vanish is not to not be found anywhere.
It is plainly to be everywhere,
like the thankful covering of darkness when it is night
and the impertinent nakedness of every day,
it is plainly to not be seen.
To vanish is not to not be easily distinguished.
It is merely the instinct to not be named,
for what is not named cannot be known
and what is not known cannot be harmed,
it is merely indistinguishable.
To vanish is not to not be someone.
It is purely to exist and not live,
as the continuously resounding echo of the cry
of the last member of an endangered species,
it is purely to be me.
About the Author: Born in Lagos, Nigeria. Ezechimerem Ohaegbulam is a Microbiologist, writer, poet, graphic designer and budding guitarist.He loves beans and plantain and has an addiction to Pepsi and Coca-Cola.He writes poetry and prose as The Maestro and L.E.O. Masters respectively.He currently resides in Accra, Ghana.
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