One big full cement moon
Solid, cold and round
An intense beam of full power
Pours from the fruitful circular glass
A still and lifeless area starts to be
Lightened and enlightened in the purest white
Excitement travels the veins at high speed
Hairs give a standing ovation
But no sound
A silence louder than noise
Impossible?
Not if you listen with eyes
Use one eye to make utter darkness
Use the other to make contact