FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

i did not correct
the wrong notions.
he will not believe
what is sculpted.

it shall remain in
the stone
of his faith.
when we see
each other,
just this morning,
i give him a stare.
and he stares in
return.
everything is definite
the house is inside
the fence.
Ducks keep
quacking.
i have my own
dead chickens too.
He keeps my goats
but i do not mind.
i do not wish
to take control of
his clouds.
i have my own sea
to keep
and my oceans
are deep
as usual.
he destroys a world
so many worlds
hoping to destroy mine.
this time i keep
things out.
birds fly away.
as i always do.
i give them
every freedom they
want on the
power of their
wings.