Life begins at the toil of day as the sun sends the soil its sustenance and grace
A bewildered gaze runs among the broken pipes
Singing lively melodies of morbid songs
Sonorous voices fills the halls
Stirring smoked souls to depart
In transitory delusion and illusory smiles

Forever takes eternity
Baring lifeless conduits with broken lids
Suffering in an endless void
With only a speck of hope for remedy
Humor me of great a comedy so tragic
And happy

Withered bones ebb and flow like a lotus on a river
Swimming to the tune of the current
Looking at the distant shore
Never to find meaning or solace to the clamoring of jesters
Scattered on lively streets

Rainbows splattered on the roundabout
As seas of people dance around the light of neon streamers floating above the busy lanes
An amalgam of putrid aroma and the sweet stench of humanity closing in on the lone stranger walking unfamiliar streets

As chaos purge the fleeting day
Smoke oozes out of the crevices
Sending an upward haze of puzzling excitement
Of grotesque beauty
A momentary lapse of senses sending strange visions of the smoldering sun
Melting the mundane and mediocre forming into one

The tunnel grows bigger as light shines bright at the end
A shrine stands at the center of chaotic delusions
An ironic array of ancient culture and blasphemous fates

The walker stands in the middle of the sea
Devoid of meaning and reason
Rekindling the lost touch of the divine
Screaming at the pharaohs above the pyramids
Holding life and death or the meaning thereof

The crackling sunset ruptures by the bay
The crashing waves silencing the loud banter inside the strangers head
A realization comes
Like a lucid dream where he wakes
And finally finds for himself that his
Life is a mirage and that his reality is a dream

I remember still
When the Amihan knocked me down
And the neon lights flashing

Embraced by the Milky Way
And the hauntingly vivid
Recollections of past encounters

A peek into eternity
Befuddling fluid motions
And emotions of the here and now

If only to suppress the
Orchestrated sound of a beating heart
As an eloquent silence passed

But the echoes reverberate
Through the unrelenting crowd
As rhythmic fragments hit and struck

And the night's dance swayed into
a frantic blur, as my lenses focused on the disarray amidst the haze

That is my bleeding head
And my hopeless heart
Finally finding its place

Then the moment seized to play
And the warm skein of feelings wrapped
Around my skin broke away

The final scene recurs
Each time the wind blows
As a sad memory, a curse

A fitting end to a moment wasted
A lesson from the anguished
The final release of the vanquished soul