A Process... Poem by RIC BASTASA

A Process...



when the mystery is finally gone
and familiarity rests on the carpeted floors
the ticks begin to
multiply and breed what makes
us apart
this contempt for so much
knowing
the taking for granted of
what used to be
love's luxuries

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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