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