FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

two places:
subconscious island
and the conscious hall

when we arrive
in that island we know
no one,
and our greetings
are genuine
our laughter
uninhibited
it is the day one
of our lives
and too exciting
we go naked on the
pool
no one minds
someone begins to
like me and
i am thinking
without ifs and buts

we proceed to the
Conscious Hall
dressed for the
evening party
and to each table
is our name and
title,
the honorable
his excellency,
his eminence
and mr. whatever
and miss somebody
and mrs. reserved
and taken

dialogues are screened
movements are timed
gestures are restrained
and most of the time
our personalities are
edited, revised, and
if not diminished,
totally modified.

we are false and
dignified on one hand
and true and unrestrained
and so criticized on
the other.

I am seated at the
front row of Conscious Hall.