Obododimma Oha Was climbing a tree climbing a solar experience Was waltzing the temptations of the leaves Was wing in chlorophyll, greening my pathos Was in the shadows as in the mood of a flowering tan Was reading the spots on the skin of a talkative squirrel Was hoping a Nobel could xylem through to the best human beast Was arboreal in the post-human, seven harams away from sainthood Was poetry was prose in the visual silence Was fallen...

Obododimma Oha Windmills & mounted hostilities Riding down down down Roused, a dream in the rood Will charge the enlarged enmity The face you face the frame That rises from a script, The sight you slight the overwhelm Whose image/Nation melts the native pots So written from the margins So misread from the centres The translated identities still afloat Have beaten ploughshares back into swords Of raving knighthood in the kingdom-gone A...