short breaths, short breaths!
  under a crescent moon
i'll descend with you to the deepest of depths
  --my grand misfortune

i have considered the ocean
  and sunk onto the earth
my bare feet swimming on the grass' motions
  for despite drought, a shower of chance is enough to drown me with
    mirth

i have considered the lilies
  and have caressed them, oh so lightly
laid my hands on the soil with so much ease
  fingers, frolicking, dancing idly

i have considered your existence
  and once have i ever been filled with persistence

my bated breaths felt like winter...
timpani drums next to my lungs...
sticks and stones for my bones...
only little wood lingers inside me

if a fruit can have a heart
  can it be planted within me?
    i have consumed mine
      exponentially

maladaptive interjections
of past woven together
to craft a lace
--so beautiful, inviting

sinasayaw ang tinta
ng bawat guhit
sinusulit ang mga kahit

pale interviews
bloodsucked veins

walang makita kundi kita

O blissful sin
From the mind's anarchy
The longing taste of repugnance
And crippling dancers on the tongue's testimony

As the hour fleets unknown
A murmuration of frequency
Is forced upon me
Like the naivety of a child's rebellion

I stand longingly
And wait for death's proclamation
--So I whiff a stick of wood
And stare as the element of Earth waver

The first, I puke of retaliation
Second, I enjoy the satisfaction
Third, I experience the body's emancipation
Fourth, I embrace the end of an operation

At the final act, of my Earthly bounds and desires
I neglect the chance of an association
The truth of incarnation
As the smoke of wood lingers on the roof of my mouth and nose