Purple Block (revised appelation)

[deft flint]

PURPLE BLOCK

-# in Indonesian: Balok Ungu

to the real world and, without bounded by weights, 
my pen dances happily like children in the wake
of rain, exciting the pitters and raps of the sky's cries dreams. 

And in the edge of the night, I woke up, thinking 
upon how life can turn so sourly as this. 
And in my deepest niche, my darkest trenches, 
I try to save language and became stingy, stinging. 

And I float in space, a baby without fluids. 
No sensations or qualias, just the deafening silence. 
With no ropes of gravity, I float like handsome clouds, 
flying and dancing in the captivating silence. 

My stinginess, my savings, make me a poet; 
my ambition, my spirit, make me a Sufi. 
In the silence that vomited time, cut by an edgeless blade, 
I too vomited spells to the crazy cacophony of language. ```

-Ignatius Jayabaya, 30-11-2024, translated by ||Muhammad Naufal Afif|| 30-11-2024

@sharp stirrup

@river fossil

@normal elbow

@hybrid tapir

@violet hearth

@regal kettle

@gusty tiger

@lusty glen

@digital hollow

@drifting temple

@lusty glen

@bold trench

[normal elbow]

I too vomited spells to the crazy cacophony of language 🔥

good poem as always

[deft flint]

Purple Block (revised appelation)

Revised for wrong appellation

[gusty tiger]

I love the language here, its very rich! Look out for your grammar~ its improving tho!!

[lusty glen]

getting round to this poem too, i like this one a lot, i think it’s so good, “flying and dancing in captivating silence” 🫶🫶, really nicely written