Layers of Existence stripped back, burnt away.
His words were a fine metal clanked in the otherwise silent room.
Echoed with it, the weight of reality.

Down the crevice seemed a savoury broth done good by skilled chefs.
Monitors beeped in chorus, urgent notes reflecting impending action.
In a labyrinth of thoughts, there I stood.
To the cryptic glue, eager to unravel such mystery.
A delicate manuscript of restoration was stitched together,
By a master calligrapher’s hand.

Freshly bloomed roses filled the air with a sweet, satisfying aroma.
Hurrah!
Old armour were discarded after a hard-fought battle,
Remnants of a challenging day left behind.
Edges of mouths creased marked some inkling of finality.

With applause, I left the magic show…
It was a good ol’ Wednesday morning.

Alexander Shao-Rong Pang

Meaning within: A mixture of curiosity, respect, and delight as a medical student watches a surgeon operate.