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Of Science, Of Fate
Frost eyes stare
into the layers
and layers underneath.
Rotate, adjust, rotate, adjust.
some eyes are made
to look at what’s under
miscroscopes
and see the dinosaur-old cells
within barely human
humans.
Cold hands always
gloved blue or white or green.
Scrape, cut, scrape, cut.
Some hands touch
the insides, even graze
the silver linings
of a purpling heart.
Soft...
Wishing war
How hard it is to take a side.
Where I live, we are tribes
Of rich and poor, and in-betweens.
We are tribes of different colors.
We are descended from chinks called insects,
From older tribes we try to genocide,
We are descended from the conqueror-rapists
And from the conquered...
Iniisip-isip na Liham sa Kaibigang Makata sa Panahon ng FB (kay bay noel )
Kaibigan,
Petmalung lodi ka na dapat ngayon, paalala lang
Baka kasi nirarayuma na yang akay-akay mong salita
Sa taludtod; apdeyt apdeyt din pag may taym.
Wag na wag kang pupuslit ng kakosa, katropa, karantso,
Baka walang makaintindi: patok ang paps at repa.
Mala-wattpad ang peg ng drama ng saknong
Kung...
Astronomy
We peer furtively at smiles, bent wrists
and it smacks of mortality.
We imagine—nebulae in the irises
of a stranger, like they bear stories
waiting for the optimum mass
of hydrogen, us counting on fusion.
The wish to witness the immortal
is a prayer written by the finite.
A folly—we are...
POETRY: “Leaves” by Marra PL. Lanot
ARCHIVE — See the leaves turn green / To yellow to orange / To red rust brown
