Everything flows: Sight is space sucking in light
My stale eyes convalesce. I eat the flare on my
The dust crash upon the wall. Spasmodic melt
Down. It disappears in two seconds and I begin
To breathe. What day is it today? The roosters
Outside are getting bored. My reflection wavers.
I’ve been here a million times already but still
My forehead to the door; there are too many of
Them hovering in this blank interlude. Shadows
Continue to contrive with clocks as I struggle to
Partition this reverie. There will be ample time
For waking in the next uprising of half-moons.
3 comments:
Super good. Naa ni sa imo friendster blog before? Familiar ni. But then again, everything is.
thanks kaau bad. :-) nope wala ni sa akong friendster blog. naa ra ni sa akong steno notebook hehe
Partition this reverie. Ah, it still works.
My new thing. Will visit this post, not just the blog, every single month. I am excited of what I TO, not I AM TO, but I TO, BECOME.
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