Ajim Juxta - Tugu | Ugut

All bodies expire like cities.
Tombstones are the only way
we can say that - that is who I am -
mortal. I drive by my father’s grave
trying to understand if I can replicate
his fame. Rich, successful, lived.
A history resisting erasure.
A history unrepeated.
I do this while I am on my way
to fit into another scaffolding of
ideas. Slowly, I allow the world to
remove myself
from myself. In return I offer nothing
but an act of longing.
If only we can be more than
a white stone growing from our
heads - have a script that can be
played
in voices that are not ours.
The sky scrapers have left me amazed too long -
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