FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

THE SECRETS

there are secrets in a garden of flowers
in the clouds lie the secrets of accumulated dusts

preoccupied with flowers you have never seen
the worms
never knew what is kept in the humus
the coldness underneath never felt

what you felt in the vapors
what you imagine in the shapes of the clouds
as transformations of the artistic works of God
what relieves you for the meantime

when everything falls
you can no longer decipher it in the rain