Feeling what life is lying dead
look at the season-containing wound
what seemed like the story of a world suspended
To me, without speaking.
Self-hardened in the life
Life hardens within
Plain view expanded view of twilight
My life in a gust of age.
Lived their entire lives insulated
In the hands and fingers are
Winged Words that can dance
words that fighters do not want to die.
Work: Toto Sudarto Bachtiar
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