SHEARING FAITH AND A LINE
By: Iris P. Concepcion

I find myself
Wide awake
At night

And voices
Taunted the air
Whipping cojuic's trail

But I am already fixed
I have flown
In many ways for him

In this blog
Of followed dreams
Opened, even when closed

I had broken hornests' nests
Even without the mask
And ruffled skins

Butchered paragraphs
Could not blot
My peeking self

Facing the world
Reflecting refractions
Of a million people's lament

Do not forget
The imminent fact
I have already soared

For the maligned
Love and eternal pursuit
Of this corn cob's precious kernel