for we are specks

of dust who somehow

managed to coalesce and

mistake meaning for sense. Yes,


we are no more than what

this moment calls for, and I

should not be even writing

you a poem, at least


not yet. For collapse is on

its way, it always is. I wonder

what is taking it too long. I wonder

what will it take


to pull you

down to Earth and stay

longer, if only for

a little more time.




Sa likod ng isang memorandum ng SMACC.

”(..) It seems like surrendering a part of them. You know how I love secrecy. It is the only thing that can make modern life wonderful or mysterious to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.” — Oscar Wilde

foresee, for C.


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