a clearer astrolabe
because
what if this
deadening
of winter
dawn or early
morn
is but
soft gold
later on?
it might
send shivers
down your
finger tips
and
extremeties
like the
preachy
aura
of a Dr. David Jeremiah,
or the exacting
lens of Dr. Gene Kim,
yet he's just
giving explanations
intertextually,
in our multiculturalism
(perhaps
that's part
of dispensationalism)
but...
nevertheless,
still
illuminating
the historical
aspects of
the half-human,
half-nephilim—
Of Morning Sunshine & Serein
Hey!
In Cebuano, it might be
Huy.
In Tagalog, it sounds
awful (Hoy).
But these semantic
gaps are overgrown
in my forestry—
It sees not the forest
neither the trees
in dendrology
My bad.
But there is beauty
in philocaly,
like how we
might think of a
wilsom, in wealds
—Whose got that
power, to see
through? (He or she
has that / he or she wields—
that—
like a stray light.)
free verses for youngsters underneath a pale red moonlight
well,
my dear beloved
maiden,
ms. forgotten,
this is
for youngsters
just when it hit
me, in these end-times timespace,
you sung once again
like a gothic playlist
for gangsters