Going
out into the night,
into seabreeze, sand,
where grey buildings
stand in a perpetual
dream
of roads rushing
jampacked with traffic
lights and the night
moon sailing silent
as in a vision
growing for
fluorescent compartments
of trains
hurtling home
there is no home
here for this
silent moon
these stray grey
buildings
running, running
for their lives.
- Dominic Alapat
