Wednesday, January 27, 2010


by Lark Beltran

Roads lie under roads,
etheric contours throbbing.
Does confluence of then with now
leave sticky timeprints
on the passing aura?
Bring melancholy pause,
a blight on blank neutrality -
those ripples from, perhaps,
an agonized goodbye
on harsher ground
ten thousand or a million
sunrises ago?

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