kneel arms weak

you are the moon

against the night

not quite seen

and never understood

until i land in

the reflection

as a small feat

of human ingenuity

and careless poems

that look for softness

in the empty spots

and after finding them

reading some of lines

i’ve bounced around to

and listening to you bounce back

i realize how breathless

the land is around

and how soon

i have to leave

this desolate place

with its grey rims

and sprawled out edges

and core that will gray

but not before controlling

oceans inside and away

to gently destroy

the moon

so it can be full

with darkness

that forgets that out there

and away

is the best chance at life