This poem reflects on existence with sharp, fragmented questions — shifting between life’s fragile beginnings, the ambiguity of friendship and enmity, and the futility of political power. It moves from the struggle of daily difficulties to the inevitability of death, suggesting that identity is not shaped by titles or alliances, but by the work and traces one leaves behind.
Carved in Dust Haven or the world, where am I? Born with one sperm. In term of friendship, who is enemy? Mosquito whisper into your ears. Cassius or Brutus ... who is the greatest politician? I will look on both indifferently. You are the one, would be known by work. Here comes difficulties, Open un to the field, and to the sky; The instruments of fear and warning, unto Some monstrous state. Finding yourself so apt to die.
