to breathe ungoverned
like the furnaces
contained yet defiant against EDSA's clots.
I prefer
to move unobserved
like the strays
stalking a wounded maya.
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I prefer
to pursue unhinged
like the false,
parched Good Friday kiss.
I prefer
to crib unmeasured
like the rays
of the livid saffron against a creeping dark.
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