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Eric Gamalinda

If I could sum up
all that I’ve learned, here it is: Everything
eats everything. There is no escape. Galaxies graze
in endless space and outside of that who knows?
At some junction dappled with the residue
of stars, maybe you’ll find yourself as you were
a gigabyte ago. A quasar of desire. Your heart
as mortal as a bird. And when you speak
your voice forms a nest of trebuchets around you.

— Eric Gamalinda, from “Plan B,” Amigo Warfare. (Wordtech Communications, 2007)

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