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2 Poems by Krystle Eilen





Eavesdropping


the rooster call of the early

morning: as though in greeting of

a pestilence foreseen by

way of the half-glow.


a dog barks in response to

this intrusion while the roosters

sound out histrionics reminiscent of

Father Time’s marriage to terror.


here i mistake a bird’s song for

a swimming butterfly: a kind of

synesthesia whereby a stillborn sigh

reveals itself before the inner eye.


Nature, unleashing her canonical tide,

bruises the air with blind stirring

and makes way for her cruel

and saintly design.



Uroboros


the womb preceded me

and followed after me,

the grave thus stood ever more dismal.

i wish to leave the circumference

untouched.

leave me to my springtime

unsundered.

i am encompassed by a cocoon

but that would not do

for it is a faithful casket,

where the body lays blanched and moth-

eaten.

i cannot not know solitude.



ABOUT:


Krystle Eilen is a 22-year-old Filipino poet who is currently attending university. During her spare time, she enjoys reading and making art.


EDITOR'S SONG PAIRING:


CON VOS - Alaska




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