Aditya Pratama
Jan 16, 2021


a poem

the simple expressions

with ample explanations

the peaceful chaos,

the sane lunacy,

the nasty beauty,

the overjoyed void

strangely poised

over tears —

and weep we hears


the chaos that i crave

the freedom for a slave

the glow of jasper

the light of amber

the hand that gently wave

for everything that we save

can I really be the master —

of this beautiful disaster?