FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

from a distance
misery is nothing but rectangles
and squares
and just even lines, and dots,
and
blotches

or smears of
mental constructs

no wonder
you have successfully
maintained
that fortitude of
detachment

no one feels
what is hazy
no one cries for
a shadow

shadows are
doubts
and haze is
confusion