It looks like that
Moon in the water
images in a paper
reflected face shattered
in a mirror;
the face intact, unaffected.
The world gets into
a fight, or it runs away
from the fray.
The sun is ever bright,
never in darkness.
No range of foolishness
anger, fear, happiness
despair, a strange colour
a crown that denies
my crown,
masks me as a clown.
Despite the bombings,
the rambling of the rumblings,
the ruckus
peace and war, circles
of a circus.
Take off the hat
even if it looks like that.
