some are thriving on the porch
  after the black shadow is gone
  move from upstream to downstream

  on the ground which actually cracks
  the moon clings to weeding out the horizon
  with perfect rounded handsome
  being yourself
  half did not exist

  O sleeping gem
  as if I could reach you
  I will fall deeply
  so that at the same time sinking in the bottomless sea
  at the tip of your eyes


Bogor, 2019

be problem crumbs among millions of happiness
is an absolute condition
I was sentenced to death
that happiness belongs to some people who are not me

without a rope to hold on to
my body collapsed and almost melted with the ground
a part of me burned
others were scattered
at a crossroads
in the middle of the city
in the bags of morning scavengers

I got cut
bleeding but not in arteries
I fell down
but not to the bottom of the cliff
is into pretense