Cryptic?

I step outside to see the moon
strung up on the telephone wire
like a single pearl
And is seems an appropriate beauty
Is the one
Who said the poem was cryptic
Was right
As wrong and circumstance
Was right
And crippling encodeded
Cryptic coupling kissed
Metaphores tease wits
Spat and coo and cope
With imperfection
Crudely
Like a singel pearl 
Still waging wire
Sometimes nights fair better
left unsaid