T 6-8

I look from this miniature world

with tired feet from steep steps

fireflies dancing in the dark;

cars moving inside the structure

as the peak shimmers;

busy streets with different voices;

treacherous roads yet still risk;

monstrous images hide clamor

lost in this chasm of mysteries;

sleepless arts continue to utter

and those who are in slumber,

could they hear the same sound?

of this loud silence outside

or be a deaf to just hear themselves

rest well, my dear but beware

the demons beneath and under

might be worse than this