my poem is in everywhere and nowhere

I write such a delicate writing
that is not written anywhere
not spoken by anyone
not heard by anybody
just written in the air that I breath
spoken by itself
heard in my mind

I write my poem
everywhere and nowhere
hoping everybody to see
to read it with their hearts
but nobody can
nobody would

I scream in my space
in the space of my poem
expecting the world to hear
to listen
and yet to bear
but no one can
no one would

my poem cannot be seen
by naked eyes nor glassed eyes
but appeared to even a blind man

my poem cannot be listened
by just one nor couple ears
but clearly heard by the deaf

my poem a delicate writing
with no word no sound
just chaos
my whisper and scream
my silence
my being
in everythingness
and nothingness

trying to write what was not able to be written
mer, bandung, 18 Feb 1999 …-8:31 a.m.