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Eulogy

Mostly, we are afraid of the unknown
After every soul that has been sold
Stumble in a dark space of our own
In a stanza that will never be told

Destiny lies him in a sleeping chamber
Hold a parade for the old friend we once loved
For the poisons we thought were cures
Pushing egoistic excuses, shoved

After a long walk in the aisle
We take a rest
Lay our head for a while
Till we heard it from the old guest

We hold up
Startled
Like a deer in a mountain top
Paused

This is a moment
Our moment
When an elegy
becomes an eulogy

Malang, April 26th, 2019

-FA

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