Ten million ways ― you
lead the dazzling fate.
Engaging the glamorous
failing white policies.
What matters most,
is the fun, along the sun.
Moon has no place.
But you have this craze
that you will say and you will stay.
You have managed to scare
the world, which is chasing the eagle
because you told in your convincing speech
that the bird has fled with its eyes
poor world cannot see it can see
it fails a myriad times, it tries.
It is chasing with a rod you sold as a wand
ten thousand wails with yelling hands.
I am waiting behind a tree, beside the bank
of a crying river bleeding for some silver touch.