green golden smoke sails from the peace of havanna
and blows at midday
rosy shades of sun through the conifers
down to earth’s stupidity –
in the corners of the sun’s mouth is to be read
the truth about the earth:
the earth is fine –
distant in the ancient-old virgin-forests of possibilities
sneaks deep trails –
barrenness-anxiety runs puff-tailed among the trunks
licking over the thousand younglings’
ever-sleeping brows white fire –
the whispers of sleep-deafened ears seep between the trunks,
through the web of the trails perpetually –
– over the earth’s sky wells heavy as the equator
the lice of stupidity –
unused pass the trade winds
blue-winged perpetually
puts smooth speed to the albatross of good intentions –
hear the note of the sun, you 2 million speculators –