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Aku mabuk

dalam lintasan waktu terpuruk

dengan gelas bernama waktu

lalu aku muntah tanpa irama, tak menentu

Aku mabuk

mengela nafas, mengingat-Mu satu demi satu

dalam diam

dalam gelas-gelas alkohol berbagai warna

aku mabuk.

sungguh..

Dan mengingat-Mu menjadi sebegitu asyik, saat kepala berputar. terus dan terus.

We skipped a light fandango,
Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor.
I was feeling kind of seasick,
But the crowd called out for more.
The room was humming harder,
As the ceiling flew away.
When we called out for another drink,
The waiter brought a tray.

And so it was that later,
As the miller told his tale,
That her face at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.

She said there is no reason,
And the truth is plain to see
That I wandered through my playing cards,
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast.
And although my eyes were open,
They might just as well have been closed.

And so it was later,
As the miller told his tale,
That her face at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale…

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