FEELINGS FOR YOU MY FAULT

I think you should kupapah
in fact you ran through the sun
rays that do not meet even dared to see

I think the tears that you shed should kubendung
in fact you hanyutkan dream that my hard chisel
drown my sorrow sacred like shape

I think you have to hate
in fact you’re slash-slash breath
then you bulkhead with two fingers
my eyes widened
not surprised
but ran out of air

I think you should kumimpi
in fact you infiltrated the prayer before sleeping
You errata, composed, precisely ruffled

until I lost consciousness again until dusk
I suppose I must kill you!