25 de febrero de 2017

And one good day
when time was suspended in space,
would for the very first time
listen to distant whispers, groans, howls
as well as lullabies and laughter
in alien tongues.

And one good day
when time was suspended in space,
would for the very first time
look at the umbilical cord of my soul
knotted so-to-say
to antique wombs
a chain of grandmas.

And one good day
when time was suspended in space,
would for the very first time
view through the midst
lit by a candle,
the ghostly features of my ancestors
from the beginning of time.

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 Azril Bacal Roij.