In The Mornings Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

In The Mornings

in the mornings
where inconsequential outcomes
becomes loud outcries

you are your own solitary flame,

a lighted candlewick flame from an auspicious networks of God given life.

in the backroads, in the backyards
roads signs,
in where all great thoughts surfaces,
ends in the incognito regions of dark vaults.

where Sinatra sang " l have been a rover,
i have walked alone

in the highways of your travels,

floats insidiously in the circuit neurons
of cognitions,
and forgotten elsewhere,



with the catacombs of vaults
including the dusts from a spade.