This Self On The Other Side Of The River Without Any Tracks At All Poem by RIC BASTASA

This Self On The Other Side Of The River Without Any Tracks At All

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to demonstrate diffusion
a drop of ink is dropped in a beaker
dark blue turns into light
blue
slowly, the color turns pale
and occupies the
whole beaker like white smoke
into a blue sky

what science is doing to us
is to go into the predictability of a situation
so that whatever happens again
given the same situation
we may react as expected
thus avoiding danger and even
foreclosing the possibility of loss
and destruction

but that is not actually what we are
going into
we are more inclined to surprises
the unpredictable
the one that makes us live again
as though we never knew
what happens next

and i want it that way
i want to live a life
do not predict me
i am into the metaphysical
and i want to take you to something that
i never know
to someone that you have never
touched before
this self on the other side of the river
without any tracks at all.

Thursday, May 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: LOVE
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RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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