wind goes ballistic.
the farther the birds are to complete
this absence, the better
quicker exchange of easy avatars
in Magsaysay, where no strobe
roams and only alternations of taxi
zigzag in stolen hours.
remember you pale,
forget you raw with blood.
eyes see all what silence divests.
in some dark place, we must
all have many cicatrices. blue is the hand
whirling outside, serious with its narratives
and tenuous notes.
lightening up
the fleeting truth of togetherness,
its ample weight something virtuous
in perceived realness is
that all guesses wan and wild
exhilarating the words we utter
riding along the strange Sun, our
headlong chronology of rue.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
wind goes ballistic.
the farther the birds are to complete
this absence, the better
quicker exchange of easy avatars
in Magsaysay, where no strobe
roams and only alternations of taxi
zigzag in stolen hours.
remember you pale,
forget you raw with blood.
eyes see all what silence divests.
in some dark place, we must
all have many cicatrices. blue is the hand
whirling outside, serious with its narratives
and tenuous notes.
lightening up
the fleeting truth of togetherness,
its ample weight something virtuous
in perceived realness is
that all guesses wan and wild
exhilarating the words we utter
riding along the strange Sun, our
headlong chronology of rue.
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