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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
for love is sufficient unto love
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
i miss writing, im burntout
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
i can't write
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

— The End —