The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
The face of the moon - This bronze one off piece has Ogham and other markings engraved on one side and constellations on the other. One side is polished with a high sheen, the other matte.