The Political Law Class
it is avatar like
i am growing roots all over my body
my eyes
through its pupils
are giving you
pathways
to another dimension
beyond the
threshold of the law
of this land
i tell you about sandcastles
that we keep on building
and how every hour the waves of the sea
are destroying them
faithful to the law
we keep rebuilding these sandcastles
eternal damnation but
for a cause
we never let ourselves be drowned
by the depression of
the hours
survival of the fittest
so you have to memorize the faces of
those around you
they may not make it
after all
i spread my roots
to all your noses your hands
fingers
every orifice of your
bodies
after three hours
i have lost what i have for that day
going home
driving alone
on a dark night
i am surprised
why i have
become
stronger....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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