The Moon - A False Abyss Poem by Prabir Gayen

The Moon - - a false abyss

The moon half in the sky
Limp and tippy winking beyond clouds,
The night dark it seems waving it's silver arrow with no causal Illation.
Darkness Procreates it's pristine delicacy
and indulges it's wideness spread.
The vastness widnesses as Imbecile being the furtive Eyewink of the lustre of the night.
The infinite face of the infinite womb,
moving silently without sound.
The formless vastness beyond the form
Overflowing with no notion.