To Felix Baumgartner
~4 minutes of solitude~
let yourself get into the hole of fear
but don't let me waking without you
scattered pieces of the height
black node are longing
might my body will be destroyed
to ashes in the center of emptiness
but don't let me wake up without you
there goes the war, wounds and hate
when i'm flying without wings
just a few minutes away instantly
humanitarian spirit revived
a perfect in fear
(2012)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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