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Hustle

As I raise my hand
No more fireworks exclaim
It’s quiet, all bland
This— these will never be the same

It’s like a festivity
Yet, without music or dance
Just clown and gravity
Unable to make a stance

I always wonder,
why there’s ‘fun’ in funeral?
And now I have to rhyme this ‘wonder’
Am I trying to be philosophical?

Perhaps I just can’t read
A tiny fish in a vast ocean
Holding poise to concede
In the face of culmination

Malang, 11 December 2020
-FA

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