Eyes In The Darkness
Like mangled black stones
in this forlorn dark night
these eyes ruminated
and grinded shivering
wailing infinitesimal resonance
for the ones riveted listening
for the unchanging hymn
But reading nebulous poetries
that will remain unwritten
is a thawing soundlessness
echoing a subtle noise
Like a solitary game of chess
switching from black to white,
white to black: an ouroboros
until there is no more difference
between triumph and defeat
Because when the quintessence
is pillaged in the aftermath
of jousting weaknesses,
the glacial and enshrouded soul
is slivered to regret
and unlearn the mechanisms
of looking past the night
And the sequins scattered
will intermingle asunder
like eyes in the darkness
with tears unheeded in
staring unwaveringly at each other
while the light is still out.
poem by Norman Santos
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