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What It Is We Raise

We feed our guilty interests,
With crude exposure;
We water, ground them,
With repetition, continuation.

We tune our desires,
With that to be silent;
We tame, quell them,
With sticks and hushes.

We test the bounds
Of limitations, restrictions,
With shy freedom;
We harmer, quash them,
With ever-growing confidence…

We unearth horror, unearth
Danger, pain, death…
No remorse, no regrets;
No limits, no bounds.


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Benie Langat

Benie is a poet and fiction writer, living in Nairobi, Kenya. He shares thought-provoking discussions, and occasionally does spoken word poetry and plays. Benie is also a freelance content and article writer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry.

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