Saturday, June 1, 2013

W A Y F A R E R

: If can I lay quiet
the leaden coffin
after the end of the dagger stab

manifest destiny now
as a written record of the trip
from the blood stream from the liver injury
has been cut off with a dream
a sword is swung
from my own hands
I'm worried about anxiety
I'm afraid of fear
time fades away and decompose
a cyclone ash desert
strike
- and I'm just a
nomads who thirst
conserved in the dry foliage
is shriveled and parched

: If the piece can meshes
rope, the greatest enemy is fierce
fighting within myself
- I want to immediately rush to go
continue this journey .....

Agats - Asmat, May 29, 2010

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