world:

who can say we are the end or start of history

it is our story that has complicated the orbit of the earth

and no one reads it with soul.

the dreamers who find their way by moonlight

are not punished by it

they do not see the sunset: this is their tragedy

I do not see the moonlight: this is mine

the king was in my dream and I said to him

‘become the beekeeper of your own imagination’

but he fled from the feeling.