FABLE Poem: For portrait laughing in the water, by Riak Marial Riak

If
each one is told to draw
their own portraits
i will look for fraction of water
nearby, vindicate the coldness in my eyes
let my finger linger through deepness
of this river, wake up my shadow
one day i slept knowing another portrait
is fetched into gleams on the shore
it always say anything lapping
is a boy saving his face from being washed
away, that day i know the ruthlessness
of water, i drew it over and over again
until the shores become snippet of starshine
how can one envy whole sets of pain
if you only care to know why my face jump out
of water to laugh and laugh, you must know
what eats a man can eat a mountain four times
faster than him, i know 7 years later
the portrait will recoil in the wind
tired of carrying water on its face
it will dry up, erect the lamplight on it
and sit imitating how you will wait to draw
your nicest portrait in the water
until one finger rusted, until you jump out
and promise those behind you
to keep part of their smoke, not this water
I
know.

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