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Jebakan

Esokku tak ketara
Jemariku menyisa cakaran-cakaran putus asa
Pada tembok sekelam jelaga

Kaku sekali nafasku
Seperti baru mendapat paru-paru
Kedipanku kalah cepat dengan kilauan lampu bioskop tua
Langkahku tak mampu menyalip nenek jompo tetangga kita

Krek krek
Kaki kuseret
Krek krek
Tumitku lecet
Krek krek
Kukuku patah
Krek krek
Aku berdarah

Luka luka luka
Siapa tahu itu dusta
Sakit sakit sakit
Rintihanmu terdengar pelit

Tik tik
Jam tidak berfungsi di dimensi ini
Hanya ada gelap dan terang
Pertanda malam dan siang
Tok tok
Pintu tidak terpasang di rumah ini
Hanya ada langit kosong
Penuh lorong gorong-gorong

Bukan rumah kita
Rumah Tuan-Tuan
Mereka datang melibas batas realitas
Mereka menjual mimpi
Tapi bukan impian
Mereka kotor
Seperti bajumu, rambutmu, hatimu
Semua yang ada padamu

-07

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