The Recyclings Of An Old Song Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Recyclings Of An Old Song

To life and death we belongs to the myths,
That holds creations, true or false its mystifications of the true values,

We came slowly one day like storms and mists from an riding waves of an ocean, an occupied womb,

And surprises as man and god, and a parent'streasure of gold,
And goddess, as women to populate another earth, another harvests in another seasons,

Drawn from an enormous wells of time,
To disappear without a trace justs as shadows hidding in the walls,

And walls fading into other walls,
As time again relinquishedanother forms of its constant cravings for a newchemistry, new substances to add for its impossible concoctions,

We die fading as memories as old mans visions,
As songs from the edges on these
Unrelated borders to become another archives in the lost memories of mother earth,
Singing again in a recyclings of an old song.