COME TELL ME BREEZE
THAT THE STARS FROM ABOVE
ARE INVENTIONS OF THE MOON
HAND-DRAWN
A SCRATCHING OF THE IFINITE
OF HE WHO CREATES IN A SNAP
MOVING HIS FINGERS IN THE AIR
THE DAWN OF THE DAY
THE WHITE OF THE CLOUD
THE RAYS OF THE SUN
THE BLUE AND THE MOON

SEES ME