… with Permission of the Universe
Whales hanging from the branches of eucalyptus trees
We have the right to be crazy with permission of the universe
A fish making fun of the personal life of the mammals
We breathe in the taste of peaches
We have the right to be disgusted with the pleasures of our time
The language is jealous of the thought’s perfection
We have the right to feel deprived
In the world of fancy
The poets refuse to join in the movements of the cosmos
The eternal sadness of sick minds is banished
We have the right to be bad examples of our species
We have the right to be crazy with permission of the universe