Description: We can bear this burden, I'm not scared.
rarefied air. -------------------------------------------
The moon is a monocle
And condensation obscures its vision
It can see us in slits, cracks, and crevices
Where our fingers have traced through
Mingling breaths of
Rarefied air
It views us through capsules
Capsizing where condensation ceases to congeal
Catalyzed where our faces are concealed
Behind panes of rarefied air.
There's a secret in this poem, and the condensation hides it. I like the imagery, and the tone is almost like an urgent whisper. Vocabulary--also decent, not too cliché. Overall this was nicely done.
Submission Name: rarefied air. 
