Let the fireflies in the jar make their own constellations.
Enough already with Orion sheathing his sword.
Enough with our secrets about love.
Let the fireflies tell their own epic stories.
Let the luminous jar be a playground without tongues.
Unscrew the lid of your skull to try this new light in your eyes.
The damage you do will improve the rest of your days.
There’s enough dew on the hay to feed everyone.