What lies at the world’s end?
A vertical gigantic cliff?
A drop into nothing?
A dive into mysterious astral elements?
Will I see the faces of my loved ones again?
My Ema? My Engkong?
Do I get to enjoy gold rivers, flowing
Happiness because I did my part for the greater good.
Must I meet again those enemies of mine?
Will I rot in eternal suffering due to many, many sins?
Trust me, I have many.
(Many enemies, and many sins.)
It is simply a new morning.
A breeze of fresh mountain air.
The slight press of a hug
The starry tingle of a kiss
The memory of what was