Jesse Ojuka

Consider everything 
Like what to do with the space created from a true heart
Nothing is rare
Even water is made of stuff 
Have you yet noticed that the spells of magic wizards are
Made of words 
Every book is a spell book 
And every word has weight 
Pressed wood 
At the very least, learn about gravity 
So you no longer envy your neighbour 
Who seems to attract honeybees and 
Lashes with lightning
Think about the sun 
And if we spun even 1% less circular 
There would be no salmon and toast 
With your love by the moon