Norman Santos - Ashes From The Fire

I wish I have read
the braille of auguries,
that underneath the vociferous wounds
serrated fangs slept

I wish I have not
misconstrued the benign way the clouds
hide its calamities at bay
from the malignant ocean

And how the stars shun
and engulf in its scintillations
its written tragedies
in dark, shadowy lairs

Because all of these
would have been over
before it even
begins.

Norman Santos

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