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Feb 2018

looking at the ceiling

eyes are fixed on the

white rotating blades

turning around slowly

......oh so slowly

......the monotony

..........hypnotizes me

everything around me

every sound or action

is moving like a snail

the ticktocks of the clock

are droning

the water inside the kettle

is boiling without a sound, i think

thin slices of pork marinated

in soy sauce and lime...frying,

doesn't scare me...the fight between

heated oil and soy sauce

is not as noisy...not as violent

as it had been in the past mornings

i feel them all...slow and hushed a snowfall in winter

i am thinking of winter this early hour

...yet, it's hot and humid coffee has failed to alter

.......the weary, and dreary airs

....of this early wednesday morning...


Copyright Feb. 21, 2018

something that came up at 3 am...
Sally A Bayan
Written by
Sally A Bayan  F/Manila, Philippines
(F/Manila, Philippines)   
         ---, Frank Russell, rose, Carina, Weeping willow and 13 others
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