Adventures Of A Stranded Soul

An incredible novelty in such excursion
Poised with adventure a scheme to recovery
Trajectory of plights down to the strands
To be greeted by the similar angst

A desirable technic short of aptitude
A clone of uncivil etiquettes
Who is wretched in no man’s land
And entices mediocrity to cradle his science

Once he was sublime
Who chocked on the lines ‘modesty’
A piece of Roman jewelry
And reigned even to shadows of himself

To his fellas Mandrax and Cocaine
There is no complacency in Nyaope
(Is there?)
To ardently accuse history
Even to himself astonished of your account

And there
There to himself
Thinking
If it were yesterday