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untitled (former working title: true music)

as if one have
all the value judgements

in this—

tribulation period,

if only wind
instruments were
invented to share
a message, —

would souls
truly speak
in the present moment?

time & its insignificance

like metanoia
—a paradigm shift—
suddenly, anxiety
changing one's drift

from kabbalah
to phonetics
linguistics, semantics
hermeneutics of the Torah

from ancient

to the renaissance

what more can
one presage?

neither—

if a believer

prays to a false God

[of an othered religion]

permitted but

wronged sainthood

senile syllogisms & oblivion

—to one's own company
(original working title: the music you play)

are these leaves pure green tea,

to steep in a cup

designed so quaintly?

i know a type of

music, but not all things

jazzy

because there

could be drill rap music

which they—call—

classy

it's not a pretty picture
anymore for a degenerate

generation,

i think transnationalism

somehow creates a
nation

i just hope we don't fall
victim to this wake of
insanity—

to be foisted, with gradual

influence—to one's own

company—

kulturang banyaga

kulturang

       banyaga

kulturang

       kahanga-hanga

aking natagpuan

       sa 'di kalayuan

akin siya,

       akin siya!

magpakailanman—

the earnest flower of hinterland

can we escape this

       dystopian land?

if only touching hands

      would help this dreamland

most of us have planned

      for the morrow

though we still misunderstand

      the earnest flower of hinterland—

thing theory

all are just these props

our heartbeats untranslated

iconoclasm

consensus of hyssops

don't interpret me,

language of false complaisance;

for we are humans

whether you like me or not,

to say you do is just fake—

In Their Company

Violins aren't

just the ones that make those sounds

How about cellos?

The Sun, The Moon, & The Truth

Framing effects are

the made up realities

—Soon it will be known

—'Tis More Fun Using

'Tis more fun using

—money in my pocket, but

I know where it's from...

From other people's pockets

I'm now on top of the world—