My 21st encounter with the peacock

The peacock was in my study
Having toppled over the globe
He was crushed under the Indian Ocean

What are you doing?
In the middle of the night?

Jabbing at the Equator, longitude 90 approx
He says: Das Nichts Nichtet

I start to wonder who said that
I slap my forehead
Oh brain
Retrieve my memory back to me

The peacock whispers
Cease your melancholy
Lift this wretched burden of me

I push the planet, it rolls away
He leaps out of the window
Into the shadows of the night
The peacock is free, forever