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Silent Full Moon Above the Stage

Once, the sky was stretched across my shoulders,

and in my hands, the cardinal directions found their harbor.

Every word was a decree,

every nod was law,

and every step was a dance of victory.

I was the architect of souls that bound their hopes to me.

They looked up, searching for a lantern in my eyes.

And I, with grand confidence, distributed light:

a sliver of virtue for the stumbling,

a fragment of reason for the doubtful,

a pinch of spirit for those nearly extinguished.

I felt complete. I felt I was the sun in their orbit.

Then, faintly, I heard footsteps.

Not steps that challenged, but steps that confirmed.

It came not like a roaring storm,

but like a full moon slowly rising,

easing me from my throne of light.

It stood with papers of legitimacy,

with a firmer grip on the world.

Its words were no longer decrees, but truth itself.

And they, slowly, turned their faces away,

seeking warmth from a new source.

And I?

I was the sun who found itself dimming,

watching the full moon seize my night stage.

Here, in the sudden hush that grew loud,

I was no longer the architect, but an old pillar beginning to rot.

Ah, how naïve I was then,

thinking my ocean's tide would never recede.

Thinking my mountain's stance would never erode.

As it turns out, all dominance is but a theater of time.

I am only one act in a script that keeps being written.

And this emptiness... This emptiness so thick.

Not a hollow space,

but the echo of voices that once called my name,

now reduced to a faint whisper that asks,

"What was all that glory for, if in the end you are only waiting?"

Only waiting... and letting go.

This is not about losing or winning,

it is about the end of a reign of the heart.

Only counting the seconds,

watching the remnants of my light fade,

swallowed by a dawn that no longer greets me as a leader,

only as one name among passing shadows.

I am only waiting for the curtain to close,

and applauding for the new star,

from the very back seat of my own life.

I am an observer of political life, especially in Indonesia and for a kind of range, international politics. As I understood, politics was an innate, ancient behavior, located in our limbic system as a resultant from our evolutionary process as humankind. There are nature and nurture elements in politics, as we could seen those in the political actors behaviors, speeches, maneuvers, and domination-submission mechanism in the struggle for power process.

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