FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

you open a door
it is your room that you enter
and it s a big mess
your toys are scattered on the floor
your childhood wrecked
your books are like lizards on the ceiling
you say, "this is impossible!"
but it is a fact
the water is flowing in a broken faucet
and you do not know how to stop it
soon the water will flood your floors
and it will spread to the other rooms
of this building
you do not panic
you have presence of mind after all
you rush to arrange all these things
put order, stop the water, turn off the faucet
and stay there for a while,

and then you remember that this is all
a metaphor

that the function of art is to repair a mess
to arrange what is ugly and
unreasonable
to make others turn into a flame
a fire
a glow
a day, light and reverence

and you are telling me, you do not know how to do this

let us go back to reality,
it is your room now with four walls
with solid floors

i turn on the faucet and leave it
i am sure
you will always stop it.

literally. Now you can write about it.
or at least tell me tomorrow after you have taken a sound sleep.