Moon

It makes you dizzy. Crash crash crash the craters shout at you remembering ancient impacts Your closed eyes burn a red echo of the luminous sphere (Shaped not actually like a sphere but like an egg Like Easter and childhood and the one you found months later behind the fridge Chocolate old and crumbly Spiderwebbed with white-gray lines of cocoa butter) It should drive you to eloquence but you are turned dizzy stupid foggy by the light And all you can think is It’s so big but I can block it out with just one finger.