Jakarta, 2016
some say the city is stippled with warnings
but nobody took the time to stop and sojourn deep
into the augur – there was no price to pay
and no song to be sung. only strange silence trying
to renounce the inscrutable weight of peril;
but a while ago, the tabloids and the papers are
dizzy with tribulations – each word assumed not sound
but force. the once Decembering wind transmogrified into
a penitent squall of smoke until the city was of a veiled mother
weeping behind the pretense of a shadow.
not much was said, or perhaps we were speaking
for such a long time, or we did not mean many things
but wounds and cuts and some lostness to which we all have
gone blind and deaf: coming in daylight’s whisper.
we cannot hear. all of which may not be revealed, like
a new phrasing that has not been conceived yet, and so we lay
in the silence for now, hushed by surrounding scenes,
in pursuit of heart.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
Jakarta, 2016
some say the city is stippled with warnings
but nobody took the time to stop and sojourn deep
into the augur – there was no price to pay
and no song to be sung. only strange silence trying
to renounce the inscrutable weight of peril;
but a while ago, the tabloids and the papers are
dizzy with tribulations – each word assumed not sound
but force. the once Decembering wind transmogrified into
a penitent squall of smoke until the city was of a veiled mother
weeping behind the pretense of a shadow.
not much was said, or perhaps we were speaking
for such a long time, or we did not mean many things
but wounds and cuts and some lostness to which we all have
gone blind and deaf: coming in daylight’s whisper.
we cannot hear. all of which may not be revealed, like
a new phrasing that has not been conceived yet, and so we lay
in the silence for now, hushed by surrounding scenes,
in pursuit of heart.
for the terrorized.
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