Water over the Bridge
My instincts are absolutely fine:
it will rain, inside your mind,
every time you pretend that I am not everything you ever could want in a life.
Not as an example to emulate,
or an Instagram account to infiltrate,
but as someone who can bring powerful and lasting change
without needing to abuse anyone, the way
you have, since independence, and/or the crucifixion, and/or the Inundansa, and the Younger Dryas, and the elision
of all of our history.
Singapore, why are you so terrified
that the Makaravedra is me?
And how long have you known this?
How long have you been fucking around with my destiny?
Why did the Dragon come to Singapore in 1992?
Or was it 2013, after I didn't commit suicide, and you suddenly had to choose
a new path for me,
that didn't leave you
with one very intense Kristang champion, always making the news
which is what I have done, regardless,
of whatever plan this is. Very flawless
in the telling, but not so much so in the compelling.
I don't think I'm afraid anymore,
and please don't be dismayed;
it's just that when I look up, and see just how the sea has been so deliberately arranged
now I know that there is so much more
that has been intentionally changed and reframed.
Now I know, at last,
what I'm fighting for:
the sky, the sun, the wind and the rain.