LIGHTS ACROSS VIA DOLOROSA*
by Ganjar Sudibyo
(be working, not for those meals that eager to vanish)
1. A handful of lights we keep guessing be always fallen
from our hand before it opened:
those, the lights that merged with the noise
beyond our ears, you said. then again you say,
those, you and all oblivions, I and all rememberances.
A handful of lights as we are naked and dived into the embracing water:
I said, this surface seems not like the teary eyes, the air seems not that easy
swept on away to the deepest. It could...
