Lost

Agit Yogi Subandi's Poem

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who had lost in my body
bring a watch with no numbers, just a line.
holding the line number that was also lost in it.
Figures are difficult to find himself as a timepiece.

why did you give me anxiety.
anxiety swirling with rhythm that is not simple.
yourself, is something that is unlikely to embrace
but my body, is an easy place to disappear.

another sun also huddled in it: fluorescent, glare
and slowly peeking out from behind my chest: is you
ejects the tranquil warmth of the soil moist.
but you're too old lost: everything is so dry.

also on deep my heart, quiet hide away so often.

Bandarlampung, 2010