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Frederick Kwesi Great Agboletey
Futility
The desperation of futility slowly takes a strangle
hold and completes the transformation of the “transformee” into the transformed. These are the gentle giants of
emptiness, gliding slowly with downcast eyes along lonely forgotten paths of dreams that in turning into nightmares are sublimely
realised in the self-consumptive emptiness of the void. Their tears unshed; have rained within into the prepared grounds of
fostered pain, borne with seeming ease. Their beds of thorn have with great, unobviated tolerance become downed feathers of
comforting respite. These ones laugh pain in the face and court danger with submissive ease, in search of nothing.
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