and I have no fire left to warm her. I felt like a bankrupted
when I began to burn my paragraphs, one by one, saving lifes
in the night, boiling water displayed planets run into each other
and all into oblivion as the bubbles gone. but I saw horison
stretched inside the kettle. It was hope and I refined every path,
signs, directions, piers, town names from the ashes:
I made my coffee from unfinished map
tangerang, 12/06/2010
