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63. Orion, the Dog Star

The theater swarms with kids. Monsters are flying,

monsters are drinking milk. Only the world

is unexplained, the rest can be scooped up

in a box of crayons. I’m not in the habit

of howling, but today I’d like to be a dog.

Adulthood comes from sorrow. Sorrow? Life,

what flits like a tadpole in children’s eyes,

is better than a fairytale, if seen from far away.

But this world’s just a tiny Japanese garden,

a ball with dancing snowflakes you can hide

inside your pocket and again become

a monster, live with a monstrous hunger,

devour stones, earth, sky, stars and still be hungry,

and you can howl, while others keep on sleeping.