Flow Poem by Edmundo Farolan

Windy and chilly day a funny face a closing of ears, a vague groping into something tangible but yet untouched
white flaked soap suds love and forget a million times said the road zigzagged into my mind and every time every every time my eyes were opened to a new country something had to end the newness something lacking something dragging letters written to sons a language experiment describing faculties that start and end start and end unscientifically something to run away from vacuum touching groping hands
unwithered friendship withering in spring where now friends close friends knowledge pit falling learning touching indescribable something words cannot express not express nice neat package with the label he is this and nothing more….