Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Scavenger's Pages

by Christine Fojas

language is a naive ritual
of erasure. it annihilates
the path, for a dark hope,
or else plays in shadow. we
are given givens. kung
mamarapatin.

the book in your hands
are compiled pages
from repeated pairs.
but some of us deviate
from maps. I make my own choices,

sifting through
boxes of praxis
for free sources
and found things:
scavenger's prerogative.

amidst lost texts and lines
of prayer are the seeds
of transgression, or else borne
of the embers of wonder
which must be fanned back
to life.

leave rooms for trespass,
holes, holy silence.
what dances between
the lines?

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