Nuggets
Little epicenters of friendships
Sending back and forth
Their sounds, their waves , their presence
Words crunched into my ears
And coagulated in the corners
It's a river of attention
Tapering away into the marshes at the
Back.
Back, I thought of things back
In the back
Slowly approaching into their nots
My presence is a nugget
Centered around the present
The rest is
Self-proposed propaganda
Yes, those sheets and cards
That map my past
All tissue paper, thinning away
Away
Afar from me
To it
To nothing.
Words that were
No longer are
What they meant to be
Distances have distanced me
From the way that was my way
And phenomenon I was part of
I am denatured, with respect to the past
And the future
Fit to only the present phenomena
The present needs
The present vibes
Because life is dynamic
And anything that stays
Is to be suspected and checked
And revealed and updated.
- Naychi
4/12/2018
UM-1, Yangon
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