Days Upon Days Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Days Upon Days

Days upon days piled into dusts,
Wind flailing, the fallen leaves,
Sand, every thing improbable pile into things probable,

Solid to invaded liquid wastes
Water to evaporations,

Then lost to the mind we're left standing on the roads to nowhere,

Lost to the minds, the meandering rivers, the flailing winds,
Lost to the larger forces from the deep sea,

Finality how frugal the promise,
To be dissolve like these mists into the sands,

Before you entered, before all that wished well, were all disappearing themselves,

All bound to the secrets, a conspiracies of the theories,

Everyone is entitled to keep his secret throne of unveiling.

Every secret a key of thetheories,
Keys of compounding more keys to open the sacred chambers,

You know what you are now and have failed in these knowledge.