I dive into this lunar disc but penitent I rise deceived by no serenity its surface can devise.
A lunar llama sagely sits beneath this crater's glow never to let me turn from it save wiser when I go.
Looking into a mirror becomes a kind of plunge here. The speaker "dives" into a "lunar disc," a round, pale surface that glows like the moon, and comes back up "penitent," as if the encounter has humbled them. The glassy calm of the surface doesn't fool them: they're "deceived by no serenity" it can offer. Whatever peace the mirror seems to promise, it's something harder underneath.
The second stanza adds a strange, almost playful figure: a "lunar llama" that sits "sagely" in the glow of a crater. It seems to keep watch, refusing to let the speaker look away until they've learned something. The final line suggests that the speaker leaves "wiser," though only at the moment of going.
The mood is quiet, slightly eerie, and oddly gentle. It reads like a small moment of self-confrontation, where staring at your own reflection brings honesty rather than comfort.