On the Moon I say:

glimmer in a stone

vi are going around

to get down

dust must dust

dust and silk

first the first and then:

the Moon rises

First the Moon gets thin. Then the Moon gets thick. Then the Moon gets thin. First the Moon gets thick. Moon gets thick it yawns and thinks: Now I’m thick, soon I’ll be thin. The Moon is a moon, the Moon isn’t less of a moon when it’s less. The Moon is not more of a moon when it’s more. The Moon is always moon. First and last.