Paumanhin; ito

ba'y tinatawag na code-switching?

She conspires with modernization
to scream nonesense, and fly
through ages of sleep, and small talk,
and the sort of conversation
that your mothers warned you of.

With Anneleia, Cathryn, Erlicka..
those she'd loved before; the muses,
a symphony unfolds in the palms
of her hand-cupped paraiso.

Kung saan nadadamay ang puso;
ang panganib na naiisa,
sa kanyang nawawalang interpretasyon
sa kamalian ng akala
at pagkalat ng munting nadarama.

A myriad of expression lays itself
across her bare flesh; a run of silver
snakes along the edge of reason.
Her words are a hazardous sort of
craving. They are a radical distort
of saving.

She is so inspired by the wiles of your
lipstick marked mind,
but her stories are left for nought.
A lover's writer so often burried
with her brilliance..with the musicians,
the masters, with those the world
refused to unfurl.

Mula sa kanyang mata ay nararanasa
ang munting pagbubukas ng mundo;
ang tiyak na pagwawakas, ang muling
panimula..sa saglit na iyo'y naaagaw;
sa kapunuan ng kanyang pagkakatao.

And I just
I just had to feel
the need to let my reckless reckless self
undermine such wordless thoughts;
such unthinkable nothings.
I, like so many others,
sew myself into thinking
that I may keep these words, and
unfurl the reservoir Liana
much too much like the unparting seas
of arcs, and locks withstanding
any other brother key.

Kung saan, nasa buhay ang mismong silip..
kung saan, nawawala ang sarili sa pagkatuklas.

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