# 83

Written during one of the hikes up Mt. Sto. Tomas.  Untitled but numbered.  

There remains a mystery,
A new one raised amidst,
The ancient megaliths,
Craggy shoulders and grassy elbows
Of Santo Tomas;
For there, almost like Olympus
Once lay buried in wooden and rocky crypts
The domain's predecessors --
Spiritually violated
By spirited thrill-seekers
In caps, cellphones and sneakers.
-- 2002

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