Myself am green in this:

Myself am green in this:



the moon let some light



intensely on the grass.



The knots on the trunk would make a face on it,



if one were further in.



When clouds, the moon’s amok,



becomes less relevant,



and cannot hold much.



What I think of is how,



when the light is switched off,



the last thing seen (a lamp)



flashes on your eyelids.



What I want is a chair to sit,



of which I am very certain.