it's almost hard to imagine that there is
no sky on the moon,
no halo, no encapsulation,
but merely a naked branching out
into the void...

last time i heard, the reason why
the sky is blue is because of the seas,
salt is white,
           clouds filled with rain
are also white,
        a concentration of salt
in those clouds, prior to rainfall:
because have you ever seen
rain fall from a these candyfloss
fortresses?

     I can almost imagine the sky on
the moon,
     as being slightly grey,
   when the sun's rays glitter that
orb and a thought perplexes:

what the hell manifests a chance for
light to be reflected,
back down to earth off the surface
of the moon?

               in this marriage of
the celestial bodies:
     perfectly formed orb -
        which cannot be as if a dull
meteor, moving in the void
without something inherent,
that might allow light to be reflected...

how must the sky on the moon look
like, when in its nadir
sometimes red,
    midway in the sky, yellow tinged,
and at zenith a golgotha white...

there must be a sky on the moon,
and light must bounce back
from the canvas of whatever rock
it constitutes,
and like earth,
         cover the night with blue
amnesia during the day...

      that the sky is a crevice and a fall
into the unknown,
that there is no quasi-atmosphere
to not allow a sky in whatever tinge
on the moon...
   even Mars is depicted
                 as having a sky that's
crayon red fading...

   that somehow the moon has no sky,
and only a perpetual night
on the crux of the ever expanding university
of stars...
       and yet allowing to reflect
light, without any of this reflected
light to become kept by the lunar
copula...

                   not as a conspiracy theory,
but a Pink Floyd song,
when Neil Armstrong walked on
the moon, it must have been during
a lunar night...
                  rather than during a lunar
day...
           for I hardly think
         that the moon is perpetually
enclosed in an atmosphere
where the stars are perpetually seen...
    
   I'd love to see pictures from the moon,
during a lunar day,
   to reimagine what shade of colour
spreads over the sky,
    hiding the earth, the stars
      and exposing:
    peer long enough
   at the sun at midday,
          and it's a pulverising ultra-violet
orb...
             an electric
   alloy of: silver, white, purple, blue,
     grey...
              idle musings...
     a fantasy of the lunar reconquista...
but not as dumb as
     expanding the gluttonous bite
as far away as Mars.