Because Some are Painting our Forest with Fire

Prologue:
The sollipsists. The whites. The animals.
The forest. The folliage. The fallen giant.
The godforsaken, godforsaking, god-defended, god-defending morning... was a terrible thing.

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How can one explain the tranquility of the morning -
When the heart is high in the breaking of the light,
When the soul is merry in the falling of the folliage?

In the two-tongued sollipsists' rejoice for the rally of the whites, and
Later, the death of a furious giant of the forest.
Were not the whites wielding God-defended hurricane?
Or was it a God-defending fire?

Rest now, dear ancient.
And sleep tight, dear folliages.
For Now takes side with the sollipsists and the whites and the gale.
Our part is to watch the fiery victory consuming everything we loved and once lived.

(The sun burns the gray with excruciating ray.)
....

Maybe the morning will turn the forest into a pale sollipsist.
And its terrible light will dim the eyes of the gray and the whites alike.
To some, peaceful be the burning woods.
To others, hopeful be the coming of the night.

Mei 2017 - Januari 2018.
Untuk Jakarta, Indonesia, dan para pemberontak.
- AS

Edited on April 6, 2019.