Black aesthetics dominate my surroundings / I died a long time ago / no need for pretending / the Ghost Man I know would never let them condescend me / the Wanderer of the World can testify my comprehending / Hail to the Muad'Dib of the Archipelago / no sand, no dirt, no oligarchs for us to salt / taste upon the wound of our people / whiteness and blackness doesn’t matter, we’re equal / in death I propose that mind platters spatters / like blood in the water / the lies of the M.I.C.E dominate the Islanders all regally / in death, we work and pay taxes / THIEVERY! / aspects of a long-dead civilization / NASDAQs and blue bloods are lowering in equity / they say that no dream is ever too big / no peace is worth the time to pray and sleep on the precipice / the benches on the road have been sabotaged / acclimated to homeless, poverty, and Plutarch / I died on that same bench / clench my arms as I eat my fresh stench / Gado-Gado, some kecap bango / I’m no afficianado / Boiled eggs / some tempe-tahu / Lontong carbo / some unnamed veggies so we could feel the oily Bango / witness as my ghostly belly stumble / consuming some tasty cabbage / the nasty wormy squirmy / firmy Sambal / reminds me of my real body with a hint of carrots and bananas / the time for me to swallow / outdone by wasted words and Conferos / sky is no longer blue / it’s as white as my hue / my truth of solar doctrines / penetrate the atmosphere / scorch the waters here / no Islanders to bear / the fears / OH GOD NO / I DON’T WANT TO GO AWAY / KEEP ME HERE, GOD, I’D PRAY / I’D PRAY / I’D PRAY / I’D BE A WORTHY SUBJECT / ENAMORED BY YOU / and as the sun torch me / will my culture stay?