With Me Poem by RIC BASTASA

With Me



there is no more
transient silence the one without a
home to call its own
for now silence assumes a
permanent position
as the doorman to my heart
no word is allowed to come in
unless necessary

remember what necessity is?
it is your mother
of invention.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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