Elegy of the moon

One day the moon is another place, a mid flotsam nightmare of titanic is another passion of a haunting ho?. When I imagine something it worries me much, whether the moon is prone or vulnerable like a science or car's or like cat or dog that sometimes walk west or north or raise or groom them?. One day the moon is hither or thither or gal glassing and then something is shadowing or clattering like atom let say in Mars?- and still the fact that sometimes my country is like the moon worries me so?, for who will pass a leaning on somehow Monrovia shard or anyhow draw?, or a sort of cell low?, or hunting tonight?. One day the moon intermingling tell us why and what is trespassing- our words like sacredness - truth - dream - justice - power - politics - are no longer holding or brotherly, lest shatter or wither or weather - hauntingly?.