Javanese
New Year in Macao
stroke
of midnight
can we
tuck away
the
insomniac island
music
won't stop spinning
not even
in bed will the lights go out
midnight
I stood in the shower's trickle
cold
trickling down to my toes
soul
welcomed the shiver
my body
danced with
midnight
hosted
the
feast of silence
the
festival of purification
lullaby
out of the trace of the breeze
blown
from a child's cradle
laid in
the navel
of the
land where my heart still lies
breeze
beckoning me to grace again
the old
land of Java
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