i don't have names for these colors on the ceiling
but i know the storm's drawing near as anything else fading
casting long shadows, can you hear their voices?
the flood is rushing but i refuse to crack
eyes wide open, the world on my back
well how are you and your fear?
do you even remember why you're here?
the silence is deafening, but only then i can hear
the flood is calling but i refuse to disappear
stealing breaths before the plot begins to stir
the flood is calling
the flood is calling
the flood is calling
well does it matter if i tell you why?
do you still confuse the scar for a lie,
her hands for a home, words for an eye?
there is a river in my vein, so let the water remember
how we have been brave but to the flood we must surrender
the flood takes all but i got nothing left to lose
-Yogyakarta, 6 Mei 2019
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