I don't know
It won't tell
The data blackened into
A deep dirty pit
Where silence slowly seeps
I don't know
They won't tell
Ghostlike sheets of existence
Bordered by uncertain geometry
By and by I passed by
I don't know
She won't tell
Trying to hush the cracking fire
And hushing herself
When I asked her why she hushed
The stars
- Naychi
Sometime in late 2018
A train from Bagan to Yangon
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