Unveiling the Silent Battle: Jeremiah Castelo’s Shadowboxing Poem Will Leave You Breathless
Advance upon me and find yourself hard pressed against calloused
intolerance,
behind which is a wall,
and behind that wall,
an army
I pray you combust into flames and feathers at once should my name
birth from your lips
I pray my night guardsmen have eyes of eagles,
and my trumpeteers have breaths of behemoths should you ever encroach
upon my camp at dreaming hour
I promise to empress upon you pressure,
of a nature that spawns pearls, magma, and passionate revolution
But the only revolution that will come of your resistance is vertigo,
as you spiral downward into abysmal forgottenness
