First sliver
A blade hung high
Cutting the night
Into keep
And release
Waxing
A white wound
Opening wider
Spilling its light
Over everything
I tried to leave intact
Full
The moon a hard eye
Unblinking
Catching the truth
I kept trying
To outrun
Waning
The sky thins
And I thin with it
Shedding names
Rooms
Skins
Like old light
Dark
The moon disappears
And something in me
Goes with it
Not loss
But a clearing
A place for the next
Bright edge
To begin