something strange
            a slender narrow
                        inching toward
                                    dumping load
                                                after load
                                    of sand
            Forest City
jutting out privately
            doubtlessly violated
                                    the Sea
                                    dangerously fluid
                        earthworks encroach
            by the handful
fundamental land levels
                        the drift of sand
                                    leaves only
                                                fragmentary traces
                                    expanded seizures
                        become a new
            dilated showpiece
separating independence
            archipelagos aggregate
                        entropic decline
                                    has long been imagined
                        Islands vanished
            only to reappear
as coastline
            sources dredging
                        the most essential memory
                                    urgent dissolution
                                                of isomorphic space
                                    at every scale
                        impervious in flux
            a constellation
shifting and particular
            each site articulates a nightmare
                        both old and new
                                    unstable and promiscuous
                        drained and secular
            there is no more land
                        there is only sand

*’Sand’ is a found poem taken from Joshua Comaroff’s essay ‘Built on Sand: Singapore and the New State of Risk’, published in Harvard Design Magazine, about the regional impact of land reclamation in Singapore. Every word is taken in sequence.

Ting Wei Tai is currently an undergraduate at Yale University. His poems have previously been featured in Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, Cha, Poetry Kanto, and The Brasilia Review.

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