A student from the School of the Arts (SOTA) in Singapore made a video based on my poem "To(a)pology" for her oral presentation. To(a)pology
This is a city we chart with skid marks instead of feet. Streetlights project orange coordinates on intersections that grow impatient when heels and wheels stop to go. Here we have almost forgotten there’s soil under tarmac, that trees with names we do not know grow on shallow soil even as they prop up the sky and the steel it reflects. Occasionally a passing breeze sends a leaf rippling across clouds, beckoning rain. When rains arrive, the city is remapped, place names familiar to the point of forgetting smudging into imagined territory. Umbrella puddles and dry respites under bridges plot new trajectories in these revised streets, its denizens becoming tourists again, apologising to passing strangers before asking for directions to their own hearts.
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