seabad lamanya menanti kata, kutuju saja sebingkai jendela. terpajang satu pemandangan, yang telah menjadi kenangan.
Roman ruins! kutiup debu dibawah reruntuhan, masih ada stanza lawas yang dulu pernah kugoreskan.
“with their triumphs and their glories and the rest” euforia menggiring ingatan, dua tahun yang lalu sebait pesan terakhirmu belum kubalas.
is it your birthday today? what happened to you? been deployed to the woop woop land by Mossad? it has been a while, how’re you getting on.
sweetheart, it is my special gift for you, the Cablegate, the Sunshine Press. it’s all for you, enough to prove, there's no eternal secret. good night, good night, waiting is such sweet sorrow. 02:10 AM Wed, Lonsdale Square
