FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

i have secrets

those valleys and
hills that i love and that
i can exchange
my soul for

those sunsets
that i adore and which

you cannot see
and ever speak

for which my eyes
feast and delight
my hands hold so
dear
like the sun and
winds

too many of them
not one, yet, you can
feel

i am dead
because of those
that you have
never seen
or tasted

and so forgive me
for all those
lies
those excuses

i am alive
in the world of the dead
because
of too much
bliss

my hands even in
thousands
my eyes even in
hundreds
cannot be
fully contained.