Diaspora


D I A S P O R A

Dimas  Nugraha Arnaz


I’m the waiter for my own order
Master of the place where I’m a stranger
Accustomed to the daily peculiar
Peculiar to the daily customer

I'd rather be the smoke blown out from the mouth
Than starring to perform nicotine upon the lungs
Heading north but dragged south
The aftertaste of the bliss of the young

I’m an old tree planted on the ocean
Summoned to grow by the hazy breeze
I’m the untold question never been asked to magician
Echo of the void never brings me to ease

Sleepy cells part of me is enormous
Rise like a phoenix as the last word of famous
It’s risen and gone in fear of what it will cost
Always in doubt as the current of River Ouse

I start with stars in my scar
The journey of unmeasurable-far
I’m in search of my opera
I’ve always been the diaspora




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