Sinning Against the Moon

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This required a good deal of concentration to comprehend most of the images.  I sort of want to shout the capital words as if in a frenzy, but also want to pause a few seconds between each line. I feel like there is a specific way to read it and I don't know it but I read it anyway.

On the Starships before I don't believe this is like a space ship, I have to reimagine 'ship'
the Globe was Shrouded in Bliss is this like 'ignorance is bliss'? The time before humans? I can't imagine it without rainbows.
Was Spun from Carbon Sun I like carbon sun, but carbon is life, so what's the life sun
Zero Star Energy to me this line is the humanspark of from carbon sun on the starships to come
Echoed the Crystal Cork I'm hearing a big bang
of the Moon's Innocence llike a collision of some kind
Opened like Zinfandel  not a fan of zinfandel here or anywhere
in Micro-Gravity I can't work out micro-gravity must have tiny mass? A moon as a speck of dust? 
You could Bubble Upward what makes it 'up' I'm stuck in the cosmos.  I would try and cut out 'you'
from Sphere to Sphere
and Ship to Ship  ships again, different from spheres though, spheres like planets or moons, 
.....................through the Co-Axial the coaxial is how we perceive space and time? Like an ant on a wire?

And that is how they Spun 
this Stuff Called "Earth" tthese two lines are weak, so far not much has made sense to me but I can tell these two lines are weak, the 'they' and 'stuff' are too 'layman' too conversational for the barrage of sciency language
an Elemental Sphere earth is not a ship
With Luna Crystal I like this line, reminds me more of a collision
falling through the Heavens maybe there's a better word than 'falling' that could be capitalized
in a Cascading Vortex the vortex takes away the 'falling'
of Angels and Death angels and death go hand and hand almost better than demons would
Judgement, Despair, and
Heaving Breasts this is almost a joke here, a distraction from thought for a direct image.
Falling Hard of course it's hard now
Towards the EArth I like this capital A in EArth and I want to pronounce it differently
which they had Spun, and Still Spin I like the recurring 'spin's and 'spun's.
From the Fountain of Life the carbon sun again?
If not for the Tree of Knowledge still spin
and the Goodness of the Luna Plant the Luna plant is different from the tree of knowledge, yet a similar vein, Luna's heaving breasts, I'm spinning.

The psylocibin is the Programming Drug completely lost me, your giving hallucinogens too much credit here, unless this is the entirety of the poem. Then what do I care? Might as well be DMT
which, tearing life from limb, limb, tree, let go, 
gives ascent up again
to the Sphere's Release not the Earth's release even though earth is a sphere, release towards moon
And Shows in Hexygons of Milk heaving breasts
the Moon's Blanket like a shroud of comfort instead of bliss?
as not Just Erithu's cover I can't Google erithu and know what I'm looking for, the blanket is the cover, erithu is the moon
or it's Tidal Barrier.................. Tidal, maybe erithu is earth
the Mother to the Oceans earth mother
Fire Element from it's Crystal oceans of fire, carbon sun
Air from Crystal of Aether I like the 'air' 'aer'
the ground from Inside the Moon why is 'ground' not capitalized, it's up towards under the moon
and Wedded joined
Through the Trans-Axial after the 'co-axial' imaginary intersection denoting superficial values...
to her "heavier" gravitational Mate cosmic intercourse
Erithu

This is what it means to sin 
against the moon maybe too conversational again like the previous paragraphs first two lines but this time it's fine to me, I like the 'sin against the moon' theme.  
to grow heavy against her can't be helped
to weigh against her lucid judgement of despair and crystal death vortex
to tax her serenity this paragraph is inferior along the transaxial because 'This' is the only capital.  'This' of all words
since she, herself, is who spins again I like the spins
the elements it is an elemental sphere
which you inhabit you could bubble upward before but now you inhabit
drawing them together you draw them together, you make erithu heavier,
and combining them you wedded them.  'Mate' from before seems to take 'you' out of it.  'mate' seems natural, destined, but 'you' make it 
into mural and poesie psilocybin made it
and whispers the very aer* of aether 
which you breath I'm out of breath though 



*the welsh word aer may or may not refer to the spelling of the ancient word aether, 
a loose derivation

The word αἰθήρ (aithḗr) in Homeric Greek means "pure, fresh air" or "clear sky"

I don't know what you're going for, maybe a musing on the love connections between people and nature, science and spirit, space and time, the atmospheric air and the air in our lungs, and everything tied together.  And heaving breasts.  I enjoy your work though, keep writing