On the Moon

Once again,
I watched this lunar party
streaming by.

Once again,
I met no transcendence,
only strains.

I need to break down
these walls,
the ten tons roof

My heart is pressed under
and that the spirit
can barely hold up
(the roof? the heart?)

Yet I know,
I always knew
what it'll take.

If you're pushed
into the water,
you hold your breath.

If the water is deep,
you must swim now,
or drown.

And if you let go,

you'll float -