On The Last Hour.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

On The Last Hour....



incoherent
hour

nostalgia vomiting
nostalgia

hands wrap your
body of
hands

desire is gone
welcome

total blankness
you leave everything

to God to
God

switch to switch
turns off.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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