Sa ugat ng gabi, may pusong biniyak,
Tibok na sinakal ng pulbos na itim.
Laway ay nanuyo, katawa’y binagsak,
Ng demonyong laman ng isang karayom.

Sa sahig ng impyerno, may ngising basag,
Kandila ng buhay. pinatay sa usap.
Kaluluwa’y kinain ng asong mabangis,
Sa bawat hithit, may butil na labis.

May luha sa dila, may dugo sa tawa,
Tiyan ay nilamnan ng alab at sanga.
Di mo na alam kung tao ka pa,
O bangkay na buhay, alipin ng gaba.

Gumulong sa kanal, humalik sa kalye,
Kapit sa langit pero paa sa libing.
Bawat paghinga’y may lasa ng yelo,
Hanggang sa ang puso’y mapugto sa singhot...

Sa dilim ng silid, tahimik ang gabi,
may kandilang baliktad, sindi sa labi.
Ginintuang dahon, galing sa gubat,
hinog sa sikat, sa palad pumapat.

Lumilipad ang ulap sa loob ng bungo,
hangin na may halakhak ng panibagong mundo.
Mata’y naglalakbay sa gitna ng walang daan,
habang ang oras ay natutunaw sa kawalan.

May bulong sa hangin, tunog ay musika,
bituin ay sumasayaw sa sariling eskima.
Di lahat ng apoy ay may layong sunugin,
minsan ito’y gabay para di maligaw sa dilim.

The night holds secrets at the tip of a flame,
a silent fire, a kiss without name.
A leaf of cloud, I bind with breath,
devoured by ember, then danced with death.

I lit a prayer at the edge of reason,
star-scented whispers in midnight season.
The wind tastes like questions, half-formed,
like the bite of a thought that's weather-worn.

The world hums slow in a spiraled trance,
as if time forgot how to advance.
Here, between smoke and subtle dismay,
my soul lies folded in fading gray.

This fire was never meant to destroy—
but to cradle the dark, not shatter the joy.
A candle from east inside the skull,
a fleeting heaven in a quiet hell.

In twilight lands where echoes gleam,
A sun is stitched from shards of dream.
The rivers flow with liquid light,
And stars converse in silent night.

Beneath a moon of sapphire flame,
The trees all speak.  but none the same.
Their roots entwine like ancient lore,
To guard a glass and breathing shore.

A castle floats on airless tide,
Where time forgets to turn or bide.
Its halls are lined with books that hum..
Their pages born of thought, not thumb.

The sky is green, the ground is gold,
And gravity obeys the bold.
A world unseen by mortal eye,
Yet touched in sleep when spirits fly.

So close your mind, and drift unchained.
To where the laws of fate are strained.
A whisper waits, soft-spoken, terse
Somewhere deep in a mirrored universe.