the moon that i have offered you

allow me to coerce you with mirrors; this thin strand of starlight is disturbing to the plants which receive transmissions (based on molecular fragments and the consequent memory of water) even after being plucked from the dry and lusty ground. at night
and with hands dependent upon medicine for their continuous and shapely movement.
there will eventually be a calm moment; then i will be allowed to crawl around in the dirt, disturbing graves and roots in order to divine your true intent.
pianos will erupt, displaying arpeggios and divine sonic potentials.
but first, you must look up at the moon that i have offered you.