Against the wind
The endless-arduous conversation was
all about the doubtful truth yet the answer
that neither you nor I, have the sharp will
to rejoin the between of now and latter;
about what the fate has to ask
of the confused man full of horrid years
from the face-fame of pride and humility
-the lost soul of traveler's name-lucidity.
The unwell-reasoned reason of illusion
between the head and chest of he, who thirst
of love defined but of thousand tongue
of faith identified but of self-indulge speech.
Alas! The man tossed against the wind;
the forbidden desire, the fruit of malice.
That he left behind; lone, a broken man.
Jordan Legaspi
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