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