S I L E N T

I picked up the trail again
nan floating on a dark night
hit omission
without singing
: Are howling in the distance
screams drum
message without a word and silently
stomping on recesses of the soul
- was the same time petrified
end of waiting is apparent

I picked up the trail again
opaque gaze which tells skepticism
and fall on the verge of questions
answer imprisoned sorrow
lasting pain
and hope that dubious
night collapse
call the black sky
without sound
without complementary

silent ....

Jayapura, August 22, 2010