About the Moon
Standing by the moon lakes of open craters
Rocks remain the same and in their place
In short supply are birds of winter
Oxygen takes flight in missing trees
Origins of which remain a mystery
In beds of dust in beds of sand found there
Wed to the granular unsaid
Reason settles all the dust of lunar trust
It is presumed there are no men on Mars
Perhaps the moon absconded with them all
And women too since we are presuming to
Know what there is to know about the moon
Eyes of the moon are deep crevasses
Attempting to bore into humanity
Consuming flesh and soul in their reflections
From a sun that never rests but only questions
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