Poem Hunter
(1976 - / Cagayan de Oro / Philippines)


It is that perennial immateriality dwelling between living and dying
crouched in the corners and grappling by the hinges
only to remain unseen;
We weave our web of what we believe we understand
of the relationship of our acts and events
only to remain misunderstood;
From that odd wisp of steam of heated discussions
to the urgent hiss of a new page calling;
I teeter on that thin ice -
That single space of uncertainty -
And I ask
'What am I doing here?'.

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