Weekdays

Stars those diamonds in the sky arc
tiara. They are often less than dreamily
I fall asleep. I feel how the horizon
shake off off him the secret
the curtain. I dream of space
chancel law squirrel, I consider it
splitter surface as acorn.

I've got the hang of it very well,
gonna fall for thinking deeply.
I am part of a set of major philosophers,
I who am on weekdays only
such a small woman,
as the worm.

In the dream, always cool stuff
can do, I can hear without
how to sleep in the earth
judgment trumpet sounds.
Again, to me that flew
temperamental morning moth,
and arrived on Monday.
The new poem while creating
the writer inside me I got.