And there I stood, bare, immobile

adrift a sea of jaunty people;

awake but with eyes shut.

Bells, kids, jeepneys,

all- indistinct chattering,

though I had heard before,

faceless now in being.

Wide streets, miles away from bed

papers, plates, drafts-

weight upon my back;

never certainly,

I should have not deviated

from the route I took before-

all seemed fine then, well-orchestrated.

On a vast plain of unspoken vespers

at the mercy of the sun wanning,

I saw on the bridge ascending

a vehicle of a thousand nevers.

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