Sunday, September 6, 2020

Depends on Commas (5)

 

A. Zamroni Sw.

It is a journey without a stop. Speeding at the speed of the wind that blew from the chaotic burrows of civilization. Wandering among the ruins of an old age.

Over the past century we measured distances and stuck poles to mark the end of the journey. However, adventure made him useless. There is no longer a word to stop forever. We can only stop for a while, just to unwind and relieve embarrassment and anger.

A century later our journey transforms into a journey filled with battle. Conquest and bloodshed almost cost us defeat. Luckily, the martyrs and ancestors never gave up. They drew weapons and risked their lives for their grandchildren.

For centuries to come the shelter will become extinct by fighting. Earth rotates so fast that the sun is difficult to recognize. The dream-dashed time left little pause between the traces snaking to the top. The ruins of the sky buried the flowers and leaves that fell from the very long dry season.

Centuries are a short time to wander. And the land of the land is too barren to be a comfortable resting place without distraction. There was hardly any time left to plan and treat wounds. The fighters are increasingly greedy and blindly fight for the throne. Time bombs were scattered on the sheets of history, drenched in blood and stung by the burning of the sky.

Ages will never be frustrating or discouraged. It might just be a hassle in less than an hour. We have to be invincible plays who continue to roam and fight until time surrenders to history. And the complete story of the mass death and twilight history of man and the world.

Solo-Ngawi, March-April 2018

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