NE6 Dhoby Ghaut-
E6 Dhoby G-
or something like it
green pixels
organ-ized neatly
rows and columns
programmed.       displaying.    lighting up.
the white ceiling
holding on to a            distant
recollection
s t r e t c h e d
bent
fading
reflected at the edges
i caught both
one station, the other
a mere imitation
photons of light
bounce into our eyes
bounce into the void
bounce off the metal
they come back
less.
thinner.
like memory after too many transfers
i wonder what’s behind the curtain
why are logic gates logic
why does current obey so quietly
without defiance-rebellion
shouldn’t we have that power
or maybe i’m demanding too much
here
here
here
instructed, instructions
i hesitate, or is it the reflections?
while the train has moved long ago
i leech off the light on the ceiling
borrowed
trying to stay visible
presence
while the crowd waits for the train to arrive-depart