Antediluvian
Like crystals from the sky
we shall fall, break, and shatter
We will slap on windshields
and siphon into the gutters
and in the guts of this beast
my slivers will collect themselves
to find your vestiges and your faith
malingering in this palled weather
to regain the waned colors
and drabbed intentions
But would you permit me
to meet you in the directionless sea
where our astray meanders sank
abjectly drowning in its caliginosity?
poem by Norman Santos
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