albert b. casuga

Rookie (29 April 1943 / Philippines)

A Theory Of Echoes - Poem by albert b. casuga

1. Axiom

Echoes shape corridors lean
Leaving them a cipher’s silence
Not unlike the axiom of a day:

All things go up to fall the way
Fractured bird wings fall, violence
Met in the loins of wind.

Lean corridors shape echoes.
Silence ciphering them, leaving
A day axiomed as not what is unlike

The way the fall of things strike:
Violence on the fractured bird wing,
Winds loyned with zodiaqual zeroes.

2. Echo

O THAT A FALL MUST GO
GO MUST A FALL THAT O
THE WAY A COMET’S TAIL
TAIL A COMET’S WAY


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 28, 2011


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