VLLE OF CENTRAL

river reaches for
glass and steel, paths weaved from milieu:
corners and back alleys hidden from view

join unknown bridges
crossing heights over an atrium. each shore
linked with escalators; skip the next floor

to distant skies
at level five: abandoned Helipad at rooftop
gives stunning views of buildings that drop

a hint of change without relent; holding on to
memories will outrun the river, delaying the
ache of old haunts drowning in unpaid rent.

Nicholas Quek is an undergraduate from NUS with a strange love for music, poetry, and the moments between breaths.

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