Unexpectedly, Speed of Light!
a goat smeared with light. that silence will come in a hurry. through the bed, we defend humanity. ensnare a fragile soul yet eternal. touch the surface of the scalp. hair are sacred roots. a million lives dwell in it. interrelated. living chains. one hundred thousand years ago. a hundred thousand minutes ago. a light comes out of the window. escape. escape from the shadow of the nameless man. the man in front of the mirror, standing, sorting out what kind of death meant the most. within those limits, is there any reason to live?
what is the difference between the life of a cassowary and a stock broker?
who else wants to be smeared with light, because light has no sound. unexpectedly up to our necks. what a pity, a nameless chick. beneath the nameless tree. they only have shadows.
–
Wound on Our Own Skin
until the sun bits my heart. like an apple in the hand of a field worker. fields that the land can no longer touch. is there anything more painful than a human who loses an empty space in his head? everything belongs to the state. the nations do not hear the voice of the mother. God, are you there? in mother’s belly? your words, rumbling at night.
would anyone want to touch a human’s wound, with fingers that heal? is there any human’s wound that can be healed? Are there humans who are injured and incurable?
get hurt willingly. get hurt then be wound.
–
Fetus in the Earth’s Womb
he had found the most evil spell. the tongues turned blue and the people started singing. an end-of-life song. cosmic circular desire. collide on top of a woman’s body: scattered and messy. one night, with hot blood and sweat, the earth became round and full of songs. but no mouth. sound in the air. such as low frequency before bedtime. ringing. the bell rang. to be dust. steals the breath of a baby on the lap of the earth. in its womb. the atmosphere is like a blanket. where is mother’s milk? where is the mother? what if i withdraw the agreement?
–
Sound of Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door
mama, if the face of death came. while the mirror is searching for its own reflection, i will be death’s friend. to love someone: to love means to love the unlovable. and life! this fleeting life is expeditious. anyone can pretend to be an adult. anyone can pretend to have mastered life. anyone can count ticking hours. yet, even if the face of death finds me frightened and unable to pretend, i will be a friend. i will be friend with all this suffering. which is embarrassing. which cannot be planned. the tree stood without fear. how lucky. underneath, a child looks grievous.
–
New Oxford Dictionary
believing: alone in the middle of the field.
enlacing: women’s groin.
desiring: sleep in life liquid.
flapping: wind passes by time.
hoping: the essence of life.
love making: as much as possible.
shouting: the beak of a raven fell off and made no sound.
suffocating: a breath that has no letters and a pragmatic.
*****
Editor: Moch Aldy MA
