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The twilight came out of nowhere. Dead birds don 't go to heaven In siwalanpani, every event Leave the bite The poems i wrote in this book, they started with a nightmare. 2016, On the way back to surabaya, At 02: 00 that nightmare came to me: My office was buried in mud, Then i went to a town in the middle of the night., On that trip i saw people unload the entire railroad. Dreams are like a hunch, two years ago, dreams are like they 're coming to the door of reality. That nightmare made it difficult for me to sleep a few nights later. I don 't write fantastic or philosophical things. To me, writing poetry seemed to awaken the demon that was restrained inside me, anger, colonization, and helplessness. I 'm just a pawn, not a skipper. So the devil i let go like the hand that pulled me out of the fall. Poetry is my one leg, i stand on it so that i realize that no prison can silence me.