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Sining ang hampas, kumpas ng sandali.
Artikulo ng Langit, kristal ang pagbahagi.
Luha ni Katipan, sasayuri't iigibin.
Sisikat ang Araw,
Pagsusumamo, kanyang babawiin.

Kanyang pagbango'y
Siya ring pagkitil ng mga buhay.
Siya'y saklob ng bughaw na kumot,
Sinta'y haharanain ng paglimot.

Aakmaan ng tono ang pagtinging hindi lihim,
Maglalaro ng bangka't eroplano,
Magsasabuyan ng tubig na kumikislap,
Maghihintay bagkus hindi magtatagpo.
Papunta kami ng Snake Island kanina, napatingin ako sa dagat at na-amaze sa reflection ng langit. Sumagi sa isip ko na parang kumot ang dagat kaso lang hindi pupwedeng bumangon kasi mamamatay ang mga yamang dagat. Para silang lovers ng langit na kailanma'y di magtatagpo. Masisilayan lamang ang isa't isa pero masakit na alaala na lamang.
born with a halo shattered
human afterbirth in dirt
withered wings, feathers tattered
protrusions of pain and hurt

only an angel can be born
held by the devil's hands
flesh becomes hard when it's torn
only an angel understands
Children and animals are the only innocence in this world.
The bass grow as long as your arm
down by mr thompson's farm
the flatrock river licks it's muddy ridge
underneath of a covered bridge

emerald shiners mirror the light
a grey heron takes to flight
catching crawdads for a hopeful cast
while the shoals of minnows pass
This is about my time when I lived in Rushville, Indiana. I used to fish under a very old covered bridge. It was the best fishing of my life, and I am pretty sure that I caught some record smallmouth bass. I never weighed them though.
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