just as if nothing

The moon is not yet a cellblock or somewhere to fly to / on a good night it flings its sliver or slice or circular song through the flungout tornup clothes of the clouds / on a good night the moon is not a dusty chemical yellow it is silver through the surviving trees through those leaves that have not yet been fired or gashed or exploded / on a good night the moon is not a looming orange horizon face it is a lick a glimmer a bloom a scrape a scape —
a silver glow like in all the fables a proper silver glow just like in some pretechnology fantasy (horses in quiet service mages in cloaks powerful rings)

just as if nothing
just as if nothing just as if nothing is wrong with the world that can not be mended with love or magic.

What do you think?