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.
