you are the figure
I'm just a shadow
who rushed pulled left
dream
to continue running after
dusk, pray on a beam
aurora never an eternal
scraping the horizon
: blackened on a pair of
eyeballs is the night
dark that freezes on black
and insisted on silence
veil of life
you the pretentious building
I just crumbs and debris
the increasingly ancient moss-green
swallow
history was merely the stage
life soon forgotten
: blackened the walls
heart remains dark night
because of the bloody moon
keel on the nape sky
trembling
star trail is just an illusion
a moment later upset in light
in picture books
Asmat- Indonesia, May 31, 2010
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