NEW LANDS

One should scrape the wall

over which dampness has drawn

a map of the new world

and new separations should be applied.

Beneath them, the stones should be

rearranged haphazardly, like

the footprints of a man running from his fears.

One should be

a round mirror in a half-open palm

and reflect others' embraces

as sharp as scissor blades which touch each other

only when there's something to be cut.

New lands should be invented,

so one can walk on water once again.