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Malam ini

adalah malam saya

Kelabu, dan rintik yang jatuh di atas genting

Jatuh juga ke atas daun


Ulat dan cacing menggeliat geli ke permukaan

Hujan dan tanah beradu menjadi asam

Batu terkikis, dan bunga-bunga kertas membusuk


Jadi, kering pun terasa

Meski kau tuang laut menjadi hujan

Hujan pun belum lega

Semenjak matamu begitu condong ke mstahari



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Di atas punggung O, saya mengangguk

Bukan karena telah paham

Saya menggangguk karena tanah yang dipijak

Terguncang. Isi bumi menjadi anak itik yang hilang kesadaran saat bermain

Di balik bukit dan puncaknya yang tumpul

Anak itik terus berjalan mengikuti naluri 

Tanpa menoleh lagi ke belakang

Menghiraukan induknya yang letih dan cemas


Isi bumi yang lincah 

Membelah perutnya sendiri

Dan aku, tinggal O

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