Let's Help Out

Okay, so we all know by now that what happened in the Visayas was a tragedy. The full story is still being pieced together, but the picture that's unfolding is not very pretty.

I would like to encourage everyone who comes across this post to help out. I really hope it's in a big way, because, really, small things count, but they really need more. But, hey, we help in our little ways, don't we?

I have this link bookmarked: http://www.rappler.com/move-ph/issues/disasters/43300-reliefph-victims-typhoon-yolanda-help

It contains information on some places where relief donations are being consolidated, and/or how to donate if you're overseas. 

Let's all do our share.

Rupture in Abstraction

There is a uniqueness in this tune
That only the past rhythm dictates
With even the discordant tones
Dictating a shift in movement

I go down to the very center
The pin point that is the crux of all
I feel the slightest of pinches
Disappearing into thick outer walls

The word loss is lost in this maze
Of branched out fragments whirling
Forming a pattern but hardly ever
Falling into place on the ground

The identity of the pinch
Belongs to traitorous intentions
Debilitating and scarring
But one with shallow roots

A soothing salve is out of reach
I avail of sand-dictated medication
Veering off into the tangent sunrise
Licking and struggling but moving

Meaning

The harder one seeks, the emptier one's cup becomes. 
So one ponders in one corner to conserve energy.
Maybe a burst of inspiration comes
In the form of a word, a phrase, a memory
Or simply, the nagging sense that one has to go on.
And, as with all things transcendental,
One questions the outcome
But doubt in this sense
Is not in the same plane as faith.

Repeat ad nauseum.