how many fictitious
verses have pursued you?
with words deluded...
But a voice is unravelled,
amidst his travestries.
we are not the ocean
nor the dry land.
Just wide-eyed bunch
hankering for affection.
bemused wayfarers
wafting between reality
and dream...
(hubad sa balak ni MV, 'asa kita dad-on')
cassey wolsh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heading-somewhere/