is being a thing more
precious than distastes of
what it seems to hold, give?
or, is being precious more to
disvalue o' being precious?
it's an unreal juju yet is it
that stories are not unreal
until yet proved though said it
they 'epic' by those that
lived — when nobody did.
yet, isn't 't precious that this
black folklore and resting shore
in old fact for modern judgement
is such, as a muddy morning whose
springs splash on dying
whispering leaves and shedding rocks
of what seems fresh, newly old... —
as, copyright of White is photocopied.
...is being precious more to being 'press-us?'
Akinwale Peace Akindayo
— Philip Peace