Who won: the Democratic system or the Waiter with the side-burns and bottles...

We will create a world
from coarse laughter
 from sterile glues
from coarse laughter
You will or We will
plant insurgent hatreds 
side by side
frustrated hatreds
You will We will
evoke humanity,
mist and frost.
Among the trees you will
build a palace of termites
and from a tower circled by hills
bleating with sincere cinc erre-bells
you will rise toward the moon 
like hope
As space in prison.

This is what I dreamed about last
days when I had anesthetic...