na hindi ko naman sinasabing
hindi ko na masasabi, pero
bakit may pinipili lang ako
sa katamaran at pag-iisip,
sa pagtulog at pag-idlip,
na sometimes, inaabot pa ako
nang lima o apat na oras,
which are weirdly distributed
but really mess up with
how i swim in my hours, days.
mamaya-maya lang, saturday
na naman, wala na naman
akong napala. ano pa rin pala
ang mapapala ko kung palarin
ako ng hours, days, which are
repetitions of repetitions, like
how i always recognize art
as rejumbled pieces of nature
and plastic, just getting more
and more malabo miserably
with every iteration. i am
never content with my own
creations.
despite all that, i try not
to wait so much dahil mahirap
maghanap ng nawawalang
puzzle piece, at kahit pa na
in the first place, that is all
what we have ever done
for hours, days.