What ruined surface of your moon-- by Robin Wyatt Dunn
what ruined surface of your moon
relates to me
my only child
whose urgent melody reposes dark inside your eye
give it me and I will heal it
give it me and I will damage it more
under the cover of stars
who waits to tell you
(or not tell)
the thing
the thing thing thing
thing thing thing thing thing thing
no one is telling