This place is mysteriously bizarre,

like in a midnight rush hour

thousands pass and come by,

uncontrolled laughter, and

bellows of excitement  (or pity?)

Yet everybody is doing something,

things I can’t really figure out

hazy blurs of running men,

skirmishes and dancing tribes.

But none of this unfocuses me.

As I glide towards my orange sign

and I stand beside her

and she takes me away.