Hole of Hope

Yusuf Achmad

Words have no teeth,
Soul sleeps empty.
Brain hole crack,
Desire keeps beating sounds click.

Hole means chance,
Will it be lost?
Unsatisfied, my mind charges not guilty,
Because the hole of hope is getting rusty.

I run and seek in the hole of sewing,
Maybe the thread of my hope can still be connecting.
It is not only a harelip,
Can be sewed so that the voice is clear and high-pitched.

My soul is dry,
Mouth, hand, and foot are tough to drive.
It’s not only a round ball for competition,
My hope has a hole and no repetition.

Quiet.
Oh, the eternal and impermanent hole,
Hollow is my hope to see you.

Surabaya, 18-11-2013