So beautifully composed, images that slowly come with noises and almost form a mystical formula to be repeated like a mantra. I like to recite it aloud, it sounds so wonderful and amuses by its poetical winks- pulpit/pulp, wrinkle/inked, wrinkled/rustled, wood/woolly. All atmosphere.
This is not a critique or attempt at analysis. It is the expression of admiration, Efe Nakpodia.