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the eternal chase
since they cannot really live together
the sun and the moon
keep chasing each other
hence our nights and days
hence you and I
hence the rest of those who choose the peace of the night
and the brightness of their days
in this eternal chase
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the exploration
one does not
easily forget
a rose
tattoo
an inch below
one's navel
as one's hands
explore
farther
the meaning of
life
down under.
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the eye of the storm
look at you, the eye of the storm
looks at you
and you stand still
and the storm
winks about this game
and the storm
goes away it has no eye for you
who you? who are you?
you are nobody
the storm even detests you
finds you
irrelevant for its meaningful
destruction
you stand still
what do you feel? it is irrelevant
you are but
another eye eying another eye
destructive too
but silent.
RIC S. BASTASA
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the eyebrows
for doing nothing
for simply being there
the eyebrows
are given a higher place
than the nose
the eyes
the mouth
they who feel more important functionally
feel agrieved
about the arrangement
the hierarchy
and the eyebrows that know the reason
simply
niked wanting to laugh to something funny
that the future
has imagined
you know what jealousy may give sometimes
a comedy
and the inevitable chaos
RIC S. BASTASA
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