Ruins: I was born there
a few weeks ago
Crawled through narrow paths
before I could finally walk
I suckled on a stranger's breasts
or perhaps a few too many strangers'
Pondering on tomorrow's history
I left for an undefined home

Near the end of the ring, I was raised
a few months ago
In pitch-black darkness,
my shadow manifested a glow
I left for the sea-- never to return
later reappeared; never left
Checked boxes and crossed out endeavours:
I was done with my soul

On a hill next to some flag,
I was defeated a few years ago
Torn down and beaten up
crushed and destroyed
Strings moved me most
yet I was present at times
I slept through the sun
and swayed in the moonlight

A bus stop: I got married there
a few decades ago
She tucked my shirt in
while the streetlights were still bright
Wheels cruised and the distance grew
with vague roles of the rider and the waving-hand
I might've been under other streetlights
Can't say the same for her

The turnstile: I shall die here
a lifetime ago
I don't play with rules
which are never there
I wake up before sleeping
and reach before leaving
The beginning of my existence is
the day I rest eternally.