Monthly Archives: April 2013

Abril ng pagkaupos

tired. like a brittle twig, like black snow, like rain. to fall, to lay down eagle spread, arms and soul, on the ground, on this needing earth, spattered all over. to rot, to break into pieces and to dust. penetrate this soil like an absorbent skin, through a yearning mouth and back to this body, to the wanting nature of nature.

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