A nude mind wrote this piece in 2012 for his first job interview at a brand strategy agency. He was given the title name, and was told to submit an article in less than 48hours. He definitely got the job, and made them believe he was truly nude.
“In my realization of existence
Grappling to understand the mechanics of this form
My struggle to control was subdued by a controlled struggle
Like ripples, I observed a ring pattern
Cords of life’s phases interwoven for the flexibility of a universal process
The ultimate intent I knew I was never going to uncover
All I had was all I had been designed to have
In the restlessness of my being lay a Lilliputian army of abilities
Sun, Moon, Ocean and Space
They greeted me with disguised mockery
With a mastered art of ventriloquism, the words stranger and brother became a sort of taunt chant
I felt comfortable in my projection of naivety
For I had shrouded my curiosity with vulnerability
I had created wisdom under my influence
An orgy of my thoughts had mutated my understanding of place
Will, Choice, Imagination and Interpretation were my weapons
Explore and Recreate
I made end my origin
Living backwards and trouncing nature in its conceived boulevard
Source and Resource
Live and Alive
Born and Reborn
New and Anew
In an instructed descent, I was not going to condescend
From a world I seeped into,
I birthed a millipede of patriotic surrogates
But their numbness was irritable
Like burning drops to quench thirst, I asked
Reveal yourself you hidden principalities
I shall not humble my precious consciousness by your installed subconsciousness
I have perceived your picture of enslaved originality
I am whole by default
I exist on a quantum level beyond plagiarism
Your Illusion of my tenancy in life, I engineered to be a continuum in the afterlife
For your secrets were born in like and as
An inverse rationale of occasion
Discoveries of darkness being an abundance of light
In reaching for what I did not understand
I lost my understanding of what there was
We are here now in where
And the journey to there is never going to be near
Until we can converse in mere and share our fear
We would always be driven to dare what’s dear
A truce proposal from my inception core
My Darkness Concealed, My Shadow Self Embraced.”
By Mobolaji Caxton-Martin