Grey

May 16, 2008 at 12:02 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

Point is, there’s nothing

to write about it. It’s just

there, the person you don’t

know, breathing in the dark.

The sun comes up, the moon

goes down, the ghost walks

towards the mirage, making

these moments now pass

through you. Are you

bewildered to be here?

Not knowing you’re there.

 

– Dominic Alapat.

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