Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Karlo Sevilla writes

Revelation
 
Sky spat blood:
a new language.
Better sung than spoken.
With words for all things
yet unnamed.
I studied it,
slow learner that I am.
Until I discerned
that it's nothing new:
just another iteration
- a rehash, even -
of love, love, love.

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