As I was sitting through the corner of my skull,
waiting for my eyes to tell me the true meaning of the stars,
the moon right at the top of my head turned from yellow to red,
That spiral boat I waited for sunk out of nowhere,
those two angels transformed into two flawless creatures,
non problematic they looked,
half-goats half-springboks,

To my surprise, they porticoed sounds like the Australopithecus,
the tree’s proboscis started reaching for the moon,
with fingers like leaves developing into long nails
β€œIs that really what I waited for?”
I popped such a question like a bomb in valleys of Afghanistan,
the heart in me pumped three times a motion of the first watch at the anticlockwise cardinal.