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At The World’s End, a poem

What lies at the world’s end?

A vertical gigantic cliff?

A drop into nothing?

A dive into mysterious astral elements?

HEAVEN.

Will I see the faces of my loved ones again?

My Ema? My Engkong?

Oky?

Do I get to enjoy gold rivers, flowing

Happiness because I did my part for the greater good.

HELL.

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.)

What if…

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

Me

April 2021