Naturally Drifting on Purpose
Stood up in a Wuhan KTV bar, My mind fluttered to all the whys, I found none but I; Doll frozen, chair sat, Intoxicated by flaring cracked notes, Joyously given out by their articulators, As my heart coursed with the bruised harmonies, They attached loving looks, androgynous lovers, All the same. Many of them drifters, Ignorant sojourners, Culturally linked by academia, is it? Mere curiosity, Foreign? foreign(er) friend, Diversity? or a clash of mishaps purged by parental ties They are here, So many of them, all of them. Flightful yet stable, They last the days, Till their end, Finding in each other, Homes and faces; His grandmother, her uncle, Her best friend, Purposely placed, Divine ingenuity, These lights glare on, All of them, The same. Hard-pressed hearts, Heaving, engulfed by, Pending goodbyes, Uncertainty steadied by the hands of time, Chipping away at uttered words, Manifested thought, Momentous smiles, delusions heartbeat wrapped,