The Man on Thin Line
By pandji alfi
6 Nov 2009
i got to get up. i got to get washed. put a veil about me.
no more, no more of this stolid madness,
these silent murmurs, these doubtful voices.
i got to get up, open the door, open the door. see the world.
see Him. cease to my doubt. cease to my being.
put clothes on me, dress me, adorn me!
merge with the world! oh, let me commingle!
the key! out, out! who am i to become? what am i to become?
i see. i see.
us and them. black and blue.
like a fly flying in a deathly hue.
a stranger, an alien i am. an outcast no more, no more!
go, go, out i go! to the world...where
i am
no more.
1 response
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rizky nurfa'ni gave props (8 Nov 2009):
great word. the black&whte and grainy pictures give the moods.
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