RIC BASTASA Numbness Poems

this is the trip of boredom.

it starts from the tip of my toe
as a ripple of a clear pond
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it is just a game of words
i like to say it that way
when you ask me what this means
i candidly say it is nothing
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that night i passed by the road
leading to the house where i live,
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we do not invent feelings
feelings make us, that is how helpless we can be sometimes
when we let that be
but somehow when we feel too pushed
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sometimes we feel
we are trees
birds roost on one of
our nights
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contextually,
this happens, when the body
in extreme delights, after that night,
after the heat and fire,
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numbness crawls like centipede
on the side of my legs
something hollow keeps it inside
an existential question forms itself
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