Towards dusk, my steps arrived at Senggigi Beach
the sun is only seven inches from the horizon
As I thought, the sun will look as red as anger
that I always keep deep, even though it's hard
Anger, my father said, is not good to spill
On Senggigi beach, in beautiful Lombok
men and women, young and old
be a pilgrim and a mere prayer
all close to the sea
let the body be licked by the tongue of the waves
then stare blankly into the clouds
then ducked down and cast a spell
then raise a sliver of hope
I ducked and wanted to embrace the waves
but too soon gone, as fast as he came
I finally said something like to a friend
long time no see, let alone joking
O good waves and always stunning
it's me, Adam's great-grandson who is walking in Job's footsteps
to be stranded here, like Hidir looking for students
convey my prayers, to the throne
nun in sane sense
When I wake up, the sun is perfect
sinking at the horizon line
feels right, darkness covers my soul su
Now is the time for me to pack up
to walk again, in a more unknown direction
Lombok – Bandung, 2019
Thieves and thieves silence along with my words Hi my inner children speak without tilting your head do not walk occasionally while digging his own grave promise me and hold my fingers see I am here in an abandoned black city the burials sun corpse friends Only your eyes that still save the river when the mountains summarizes the sleep of the moon someone I call his name is the one who keeps the knife in the eyes stabbed my rhymes until I found delayed consciousness God, I said like to friends presumably You are according to my preconceptions generous who is never poor pin it on my chest as an emblem of appreciation I promise, then I grip your fingers
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