As Blind the Moon
Dad sharpened a blade of word
So that it was as sharp as a knife
Mother then open the chest
Until naked like the moon
"Stab the knife!" dad said
I dare not imagine
Blind both eyes of the moon
While night said
Journey still more circular
Even including the dream
Which for me in the form of the blades of walls
Form a box traps me, huddled
In it, whole time towards morning without
Managed to find a gap like the door was
Since childhood
"Stab the knife!" dad said
When I began to laugh with a mischievous
Imagining the moon began to blind
One of its eye
Mother's chest perfectly naked
And dad stay only one side of the walls
That continues melted
12/25/2012
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