slightlynyes the moon looks so heavynwhat if it fell on menand broke into cloudsnand if it made soundsnwould they be loudnloud enough toonwake up the daynnburn my frayed endsnand tie them togethernnmightynyes the light cuts right through menand starts to unravelnthe threads in the skynand when they make soundsnthey are far too loudnand honestly breakingnagainst the groundnnburn my frayed endsnand cut all the cornersnburn my frayed endsnand tie them togethernnyes andnfinallynyes the nights work is overnalmost donenand throughnnow im almost completenyou still sew in your sleepnto mend me-undonenand constantly keepingnthe moon is its place n n n n