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Di•as•po•ra: The Long Defeat

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Di•as•po•ra: The Long Defeat

 

Fragile and unpronounced...are the words that fill the page: little shards of porcelain kept together under a silver unspooled lining where scars decay and fray at the slip of my tongue whilst my sorrows (learn to) swim (and drown) among the demons that silently haunt the ground beneath my feet...


First breath after a coma... (sigh) I stand in a sea of fog staring blindly into the diaspora of my desires - all lost among the trenches of my memories’ yearn and kept warmly tucked under the tongue of my vulnerability - and my fears - all dispersed in between the pauses of my resolve and consumed in the collision of my Faith. It is then that I come to understand: Everybody wears their hunger and their haunt — we all stand with our lungs filled with every gasp of air and every spark of fire we can steal from our wild and beating hearts: we all stand, together-alone, at the cusp of discovery...far from defeat!

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J Guillermo Paleo- Elliptical Patterns
J Guillermo Paleo- Elliptical Patterns
J Guillermo Paleo- Elliptical Patterns
J Guillermo Paleo- Elliptical Patterns
J Guillermo Paleo- Elliptical Patterns
J Guillermo Paleo- Elliptical Patterns

Photographs by: Monique Cueria 

Words by: J. Guillermo Paleo