like a wind-blown
feather past the
clouds, I settled
on a cliff.
A beautiful expanse,
in its entirety
is unsealed. Brimful
with joy
However,
my transparent soul
begs the wind..
Unto my abode
where I belong,
to caress the grass
be stung by jagged pebbles;
to feel the roughness
of dried-up clay
to touch,
the fragments of my past.
And pick up the pieces
before everything ceases...
(hubad sa balak ni rsb's 'ang akong kaugalingon')
cassey wolsh
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