Vicissitude's Incertitude
Riveted in the motion
Of the silent waltz
Within the arms of the clocks
Yet, vaguely apprehended
By the sporadic undertows
Of land sliding changes
And the blood vessels
Recounted the heat
Bloating in the deluge
Of being fed
Under the arms
And being battered
By the churning
Of strings attached
In the viscera
Profoundly suturing
The pilfered enigma
The Pandora's Box unlatched
Emancipating the words
That ought to be kept
In the deepest bosom
Of the earth's core
And fondly caressed
By temporal camaraderie
In the times when the sun
Would kiss the darkness to stir
The despondence
And injecting
A dose of magnesia
To sedate
The veritable apprehension
And the impetus to fire
Like a bullet
Darting blindly
To flocks of mockingbirds
And not hitting
At all.
poem by Norman Santos
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