FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

it does not matter if all of you are asleep
i expect that
i accept this fact that some hands are meant to write
while other are meant only to be put on the chest and
be numb

and say this is the most relaxed position of having to
do nothing with anybody anymore

it does not matter if i write your pain using my own pain
what matters most is the the words are made visible here

those who come late also deserve to know
that somehow, pain is universal, that it is not only them

but once we were. And that i have captured time in my own
words.

sorrow is a wind and i have put it in a cage, at least.
a cage made of words.