Norman Santos (Nov.19,1990 / Philippines)
I Do Not Belong Here
Where is the place
where memories go to die?
The den of evocative trivialities
that we keep away from the light?
Where is this grand turret hiding?
I feel a supple belongingness
to this cradle of oblivious sighs,
and I do not only doubt my existence
but I feel in a crucial exactitude
that I am but a fleeting substance
of the sad, beautiful mind
I surrender, with both my hands down
and take refuge to where
the moths flourish their yarns
I will go now, if the road
can be taken because there is
nothing here for me
but a dreamy reality
that my assuaging hands
and my iron eyes
can never usurp
I do not belong here,
and towers and spires agree
I belong to the restless sunshine
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