Black Epiphany
Teeth rasping the tongues
Devoured by the void
Caroming of the sun
A sordid river run
To gush with an epiphany
That you can shun
Abandonments
And predicaments
By holding the knife
Not from the receiving end
Rather in the hilt
As a criminal
With no chance
Of suicide.
poem by Norman Santos
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