- after Canisia Lubrin

No living is continuous, you read—

and just then see the comma :

no, living is continuous

Trying to connect

to epiphany you might add

saan nga maymaysa ti aldaw

as if you could see where

the days disappear

They smell of loamy grass

and metallic veins of water

They are like children

They return 

after losing 

themselves in the wood

You forget how long it was

since someone mowed the fields

where sometimes you find 

snails and bones of small animals 

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