The bright moon
- makes me feel
the sweetness of insomnia
the cycling minds
of a restless soul
- makes me dream
the dream of dreams
a happy manhood
swimming in a pond
of welcome
I start prayer
repeated promises
not to kick the neighbour's cat anymore
to brush my teeth once a week
to be a faithful husband
and it is easy to promise things like that because im lying in the darkness with my fingers crossed and I am alone in the room and nothing really happens and I am afraid of the future and the only thing I can think of is to create a poem that turns to prose at a certain point and ends up with a confession.