Kampung Padi and the misty horizon of Cikapundung river

Just as the silence of the trees
suddenly stripped away from the night
The mystical days of the wicked childhood and miserable youth
merely become distant memories flashing through the mind

Just like clay jars I am — a little cracked
been dropped here and there
The flawed instrument I am
For Thy glory to be on display

Love is all it takes
Humility is all it takes
Silence is all it takes
And suddenly, we’re not in this exile anymore

But just as the strong young trees
silently hoping to the sky
The space of where I am and where I wanna be too,
shall never terrify me

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A ray of sunlight e x p l o d e s
in between thy heavenly neck and head
as thee look back at my figure
And long I stood. Shooketh.

Thy in between this rich visual tapestry
of signage dressed up in sepia,
of late-afternoon tiredness hung in the air
of this street, Carioca with its own light.

Thee walk like a hymn
Hymn begetting hymn
And when the last chords are played,
thee pinch my flesh on the Fermata 𝄐

Such a piercing eyes,
Piercing even to the dividing
of soul and spirit,
of both joints and marrow.

Such a naked eyes,
Much like in the innocent times
Only now, It’s more like a
..an electrocuted toad?

Somewhere ages, and ages hence
I am here. You were here.
Stay here,
until I return to forever.

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abigael alisa

abigael alisa

The city is home to an unknown author. — R. Massin