T4 Poem by RIC BASTASA

T4



between the divine law and
the laws of men

between the id and the superego
the wall and the other wall

between the floor and the
ceiling


between sin and forgiveness
between my flesh and my spirit

lies the secret of my sanity
and like civil law there shall always be compromises

plea bargaining, the golden mean of Aristotle
between right and wrong, there is something

that must make us alive
for the meantime that this journey is not over yet

between my left and right ear
we must listen so we can hear

between two words are the spaces
these are places of compromises

at the extremes of pure solidity
there lies this stupidity.

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RIC BASTASA

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Philippines
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