I float
Listlessly
Effortlessly
The daily lines of conformity
Keeping me erect
And pulling me through
This world punctuated by
Exclamatory notations
I am a paper plane
Sent from yesterday to today
From uncertainty to uncertainty
From hope to hope
I fly, oh boy, I am flying
Nay, I am being carried
By the escalating wind
Later to be met
With the agonizing rain
The reducing agent it is
For it reduces my
Crisp
White
Squareness
Into
Slushy
Grey
Squalid
Formlessness
I am a paper plane
Sent from yesterday to today
From uncertainty to uncertainty
From hope to hope
By a thousand shuffling feet
By a thousand streams on roads
I fly from puddle to puddle
From squalor to squalor
I fly, oh boy, I am flying.
- Naychi
late 2018
a rainy day in Hledan, Yangon
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