Cave

In my cave, on the walls
only moisture oozes out.
The spiders build their webs,
the bats sharpen their teeths,
thoughts cluster without sun.
In my cave, on the walls
the shadows do not mock birds, nor trees.
Platon couldn't have built his theory
if he had gotten lost in the cave of mine.
My sharks have drowned in the see,
the frogs jumped into other's ponds
the tigers drink milk on the hayfields.
In my cave on the walls
I hang a picture of us,
I've painted trees and clouds,
to drive Platon mad.