I am back. Risen
From the columns
Of darkness
With a singular wound,
That of struggling to exist
And breathe on the edge
Of sadness.

I am at the foreground
Of things again. Touching leaves
Of every sort, thinking,
Truth may be in them
And I can forgive
My being
Rude in a seasoned

I am going to love
Even the emptiness of it
Through the end
Because it is, all
Like the rain that keeps
Drowning itself, essential and
Intimate as windows.

Tacloban City, Philippines


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