Homecoming 1: The Language

It is the idiom of parable
Spells the difference between stranger
And citizen, a language of time here,
Mere curiosity for those passing through.
Travelling within the circle
Has understanding of discourteous roots,
A vision of mirrors filled with sun
For pagan eyes that know no Pentecost.
I who have returned burn words of silence
To hear the tongues of all beginning,
Reach oneness keeping birthrights to this earth.
Thus, death of fire is end of metaphor.
The coins dropp from sight without tears,
And whatever sounds is seen.

[Cabagan, Isabela]

by Francisco R. Albano

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