Translunaria

	Borrow my imagination for a little while.
	How can I comfort you?
	You say you like it this way.
	Night or day - it's the same to you.
	Until that day
	I plant mercury globeflowers in my garden and until that night your beams make the flowers explode and spread your seeds.
	Comfort? Yeah like putting plasters on a limb consumed by leprosy.
	Comfort? Yeah like sticking the head in the sand.
	I conjured a miserable creature for you.
	A restless moonling always on the move.
	It founded its own nomadic state -
	Translunaria.
	The moonling can never be seen from earth.
	Braiding moonbeams.
	How can I comfort you?
	You like it this way, don't you?
	Slowly revolving a white horizon round your axis.
	Your magnetism is so week, you can hardly keep the ivory tower
	I conjured for you.
	How can I...?
	You say you don't want it.
	You say you don't need it.
	How can I...?
	You don't care at all, do you?