The larva of ecstasy comes not
from without
and breathes not
apart from the air it exudes.
It grows little by little,
It grows being fed
with thoughts that bubble
from the polarity of unbelief.
Quietly it sings,
it whistles, it rings
from the inner soul
of the larva of ecstasy.
(3: 50 P.M.,19 November 1993
Creative Writing Center
University of the Philippines)
Joscephine Gomez
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