FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

the earlier you realize
that we are small islands whose boundaries are
oceans

deserts on high noon
with mirages as the only possibilities

dreams are achievable somehow
why can't you wait a little while? you remind us
just be patient, keep the hope
let no one die
or you're no hero of this story

the story you make yourself
without a definite ending
undecided
about the fate of this mankind in your
mind

smear the glass wall with your own blood
bang your head
let me see it
prove to me that you can be
who your friends are

let me realize it
we are all isolated islands whose boundaries are always
those bloody oceans

keep that in mind
keep that in mind.