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MARNE KILATES
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Antinostalgia & the Tokhang
Rhapsodies
from
Antinostalgia & the Tokhang
Rhapsodies
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
from
Antinostalgia & the Tokhang
Rhapsodies
Poems 2022
Poems 2022
Poems 2022
Poems 2022
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
Ramen
(Or: Really About Nothing)
In the rare hour as I pause
While the rest of humanity hurries
In retreat from the city
I find myself three floors above
The phlegmatic traffic
Suspended like a planet whirling
As if stationary
On the Eliotian still point
In the spinning riddle of choosing
Between two worlds
Seafood or spicy
Which to fill the stomach with
Which to empty the mind
Like a famished Christian martyr
Before being stoned
Or a Buddhist ascetic before mukti
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I slurp my soup to better
Take in air the gaps of cosmos
The chaos of the earthbound
The spots of oil & bits of root
Islands of piquancy
Rotate in their orbits in the Milky Way
Of my steaming bowl
Of delicate strings and wormholes
Pinched picked up by chopsticks
Bilocating me in parallel universes
From my vantage of lightyears
And Doppler echoes
As the dusk descends on the fading
City like an ecliptic shadow
As the lights blink on
Like so many nebulae & galaxies:
The ramen fills or empties me
Marne Kilates
10 October 2019
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