Bitter Pill
The gleaming glorious soul,
stained with purity, jumping
within a flawless framework;
*Chukwu's breath of perfected imperfection.
Or
The sacred tongue whose daily ritual is to sole - thump within the vicinity of the greater best, better than the good.
I see affirmative fragments muffled by heaps of nays.
Yet, sapiens assume fountains,
flowing directly from Chukwu's groin.
*God