And I had another dream
This time, it was an unusual dream
But still a dream inside a dream of another dream

In this dream that I was dreaming
Here, I saw the regalia of the ara-orun
Identity concealed, with an obvious mask
Behind me were drummers of the spirit
-Onibata, alagogo, onisekere, andatokun-
All behind me chanting, humming
And murmuring songs of praise-poetry like
Like the ballads, the serenity of the lyrics
were overwhelming and electrifying
My memories are romantically dancing with me

Many questions dawn upon me
These memories have quietly become my enemy

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In another scene, the ara-orun
Now dances to the unrhythmic melodies

of the yelling un-choreographed crowd

The song, unclear; the rhythm, untimely.

But my dances are well choreographed

patterned and pattered

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In this dream,
I couldn’t wait to the end
The end of the festive feasting of my memories

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In haste
deliberately
I was returned- out of my dream

to console me