Against the Moon as Such, a haiku sonnet
The moon is not full of dreamy light. The moon is full of….well,…the moon. One could say the moon is full of rock, I guess. Yes, lots and lots of rock. And the moon is not a hole punched in anything, either. It shines like ….well, it shines like the moon, I guess. It shines like a ball of rock. Up there. In the sky. Where it winks its cold eyes at the sun.