Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Lyric

It Was Past Midnight

It was past midnight 
when rhyme knocked, disturbing the stillness 
of my thoughts, and begged me 
to write the night’s lore 

But free verse, like Igorot warrior
entered the scene and in a war dance 
encircled my illusion; ready to battle 
the twin wrestlers from Nihon-koku

As I plucked out the syllables 
blinking in the dark sky that rolled out 
like papyrus blanketing my spirits
Fibonacci offered to do the counting

Ah, math is so fascinating
but I only understand 
the simplicity of one, two, three, and four 
that's saving me from corruption 

My shadow sighed 
and perceived the poetry 
of my being gone 
cold, like December ice

The forms have confused 
my breath of life 
like blooming horse on a deserted field 
that I went to sleep without a poem

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