I may dissolve to this landscape.
But i know,
there’s no place forward
and no place back.

There’s certainty in presence,
a subconscious prayer.
It is happening,
the blood thrashes the vessels.

I see people coming home.
To a surrounding,
to a belonging.
I am standing on my culmination.

A madness is there somewhere in a cold cave,
a rogue democracy
and an order of delusional haze.

That we need to be aware,
always on the move,
finding.

You may find the break in rhythm. But you need to know i am here in this time, writing these words. And you will read me in a void. My present is not yours now.

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Photograph: Itasa Fitrri.

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