**The moon is of bismuth and the clouds that veil it
Are of squid ink. The sky itself is hardened black light
Which only the loftiest thoughts can soar beyond.
Daytime is a mirage wavering with a sunflower smile
Just beyond the horizon of our village**


The metaphors in this verse is quite brilliant. In an essence,  the whole stanza is metaphorized something  like **the sky itself is s hardened black light**

That was amazing,  it's been a while  I saw writers use hard core metaphor  but here you are.
This is really awesome I had to read over and over again. 
You're become  superbly out of reach  in awesomeness,  you're sweetly writing these days on another level.