Buskah letra di sol
na rentu di tera sa ketiak;
tigrisoneru sa chang.
Nala ki Borges ja pedreh
eli sa libru di linggu,
ja largah eli sa sabia di
klai brigah kung ngua anju
nggeh brigah.
Pra ki kauzu brigah?
Pra ki kauzu desah
ngua Via Hierosa,
ngua stori di semulah?
Pra ki kauzu desah ardansa?
Yo desah ngua kama seguru.
Mang kung pang di kada jenti kereh fudeh kung yo
pra rezang nadi intrameteh.
Rezang ki
intrah kung yo
chuma akeli ladrang
ja furtah yo sa kwataboh sa kaza sa albi:
koitadu kung teru,
kung mang ja sabeh bong-bong
klai tokah fugang ta kemah.
Rezang ki
incheh na riba di yo,
chuma lumi di sol
mas klaru di yo onsong sa ponti di strela.
Sertu teng sol.
Sertu teng sor.
Yo kereh gritah
seng midu.
Yo kereh kodrah
menus sedu.
Yo kereh skiseh
tudu ja tokah sabeh
di nubu.
Hierosa?
Isti palabra ja dah tantu midu kung jenti sigredu ta gobernah isti mundu.
Mas kung yo?
Justu ja dah sonu di fing,
bida ja bibeh na otru wira mas brabu sa brasu tamanyu cherozu,
stori ja komesah pra otru kabesa sa beneta.
Kadangua tristi.
Look for letters of the sun
within the country's armpit;
the Dreamtiger's Land.
There, where Borges lost his
book of tongues
and left behind his knowledge
of how to fight an angel
who doesn't want to fight.
Fight for what?
Want for what
a Hero's Journey
a story of renewal?
Desire an inheritance for what?
I desire a safe bed.
The hands and bread of every person
who wants to fuck me
for reasons that do not interfere.
Reasons that
enter me
like the thieves
who stole my great-great-great-grandfather's houseplants:
carefully and tenderly,
with hands that know well
how to touch a stove that is burning.
Reasons that
inundate the tops of me,
like the light of a sun
brighter than my own star-tips.
There is such a sun.
There is such a sweat.
And I want to cry out
without fear.
I want to wake up
less early.
I want to forget
everything I have known
of the new.
Hierosa?
This word has given so much fear to the secret people who govern the world.
But to me?
It has just given me a dream of endings,
a life lived in fiercer men's huge smellful arms
a story that begins only for the benefit of others.
How sad.