Out of the Borderline

the red wavy trails
along the sidewalks
made with red
concrete bars, next
to each other
the sound of my sneakers’
soles rubbed against the trail

the barren sunflower soil
waiting for next summer

the man of dreams, of solitude
naked facing the western sky
street lights gaping, wide-opened
rumbling of the jeepneys, angry

my home, it faded
is it for me?

distorted. crazy. unusual
it is all-new and painful

I walked away
alone, out of the borderline.


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