then I asked thee the way my dream should go
Thou gave me a four-way beam
and asked me which wind I should blow
I again met thee under the blue of crying space
to thy see my bleeding cracked soul I gave in
then thou to me handed with grace a roll of lace
to darn the torn into my heart I let it in
Thou said, “A misery is a flame to wash the dirt away.”
“But how can I endure this long heart-breaking agony,” I replied
Lereng Merapi, Desember 2010
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