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