I became lust
enter the silence room
intercourse with time
until the climax I understand as an achievement
lust becomes an independent striving
until I interpreted the silence as if it were burning in the turn of time
breaking the light with the falling wind from the hills
uncovering the silence by stomping on both my feet
I love the passions of life that move creeping
dare to be sure one point does not freeze to death
even awaken in consciousness
freed the feelings on each of these breaths I wrote in the dawn
invites the overall sense and thought that is still awake
not just cengkrama then biased
but the recognition of what life is like is flowing with no weight
as you say ..
"feel it is yours, well life make sure it is a whole before you die"
