In The Lights Fadings Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

In The Light's Fadings

In this final mileage you wander
between high and low,
what liferemembers,

faultymechanism with wrong answers,
wasted chance and bad interpretation,

Muddled on the brain's consternation,
and optic illusions,

Are the lives you've never been,
And the life that should be,

it makes perfect sense,
With Kobe Bryan and your deadsisters,
you're dead ancestors,

The highest levels ofplanning
they've given,
opening their eyes and
the haste in this short existence,

This immense lie,
This enormity of promise,
These enormous foes and challenges,
panicking wits, beyond words,
and the missing help,

felt on deft ears and merrymakings
but now it's irrelevant and allegiant,

You're bidding goodbyes,
to the fadinglights
and you're incoming gloom,

Maybe it has always been
these incompatibility,
and irrelevance,
This fragility to things,
and thinkings,

Like these illustrious names
you're boisterouspersonalities,
wine-nings
and making love as storage,

While now it is departure time,
and where could that lead?

somewhere is here
but what does it hold, ?

the callings atthese final truces,
and dealings with all mighty emperor,
His many alteregos
and alfa deceptions

always in this sanguine blood
held in high respect,

to strived into
this unparalleled distinction,
as being alive,

This was this precious life,
likeplungings from a meteor,

You're a fight
a light,
and a fugitive in your own
body's torture,

it'sdashes and the chases,
susceptible to faults
and minimal consummations,

What this stance
means,
many pseudonyms
dead ancestors and distortions,
had wished,

There'sprobably no wisdom
here,
about these death's,