busy night tonight

tonight I shall place a moon
in every little boy’s mind

and let me not forget the knife
because tonight I am going to have to carve

a flower into every little boy’s mind
so that the flower can drop

a seed down every little boy’s mind
and ripen into a fruit

that makes whoever tastes it
disappear

and reappear on top
of my heap of mysteries

yes tonight I must do all I can to pull
the riddle wool over every little boy’s eyes

so that no matter against which of them
I’ll one day try to break myself

I will already have crafted
a softer landing