FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

10:41

i mark this hour.

This is the tree
where my eyes
are hanged.

i mark this place.

There is no time here
There is a fish. No scales.
No bone.
No flesh either.
But i smell it just the same.

This is the fishy hour.
Where i speak about a rumor
and it is all about
myself.