The Moon Is No Door Rit

The moon is no door rit, you know, it is a face in its own right. Everything feels like settled and proven, butthen constantly is changing that. There's such a sense of gothic, ominousness coursing through the poem. And i think white as a knuckle takes this kind of cliche of being white knuckled and tirns it, ena, pulls it apart. Yes, yes. It's not just a tragic poem. It's a horror poem in some way.