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.