[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.