muse
Blue cake of dreams
Sleep little treasure
your snowy blankets
own the consistent passion
of the wave
the very eternity of the landslide
sleep ‘til morning
tomorrow your blue birthday cake
will remind you
of the obtuseness of your weight
and the coquetry of the sky
for you don’t know the ordeal
green is your colour
of choice or brown for
we
crawling like ants
on the earthly skull
are condemned to watch
the forbidden blue
scarred by the crown of flowers
and tired arrows of grass
you are kicking walls of air
sleep castaway
of the titans land
resume your travel
stowaway of life
you will be taught
the language of cannibals
someone will inform you
that you are a dormant volcano
that the cicadas’ song
dies in the fall
how cruel
teaching is
I beg for your forgiveness
while kissing the soles
of your sleepless little feet
