Singapore changes colors differently:
It begins on the water
Less light to flatter
The bean-shaped bay whose boats
Now foam a shadow wake
Then traffic and car lights whip on
Lights of movement and of caution
And of waiting
For some other’s turn to run
Next come the office and apartment lights
Spaces occupied by life
Delay
The onslaught of the dark
Now come spectacle lights
A gambol of cerulean hues
White lines unfurl on the surface
Of a curved lotus roof
Violet LEDs envolve
A swinging helix bridge
Bank signs flash their cyclops eye
Upon their vertical glass skin
Finally the sky swerves
Clouds lurch for the lack of light
Suck in their talcum chests
Until a cobalt belly shines
The last transformation
Into omniscient black
Travels through flesh-tones
Too familiar too carnal to watch