The consummate Self
Ever transforming.
As the eldest jovially spills
I tune to brighter tones.
This sidewalk is unfamiliar to me
These birds and the uneven pavement
They welcome this tourist's soles.
I flow through my gate in breathless admonition
Those trips must be taken
The dusted path of Boholano styling, and
Welsh meandering.
From lovingly tended gardens to
The sea of Visayan kayo
I am called to action.
While joints and muscles still push for progress
The mental soul needs feeding.
The luster of crossing borders glows ambient
Ascending to higher rungs
My ladder,
Reformatting.
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