Phased or Unphased

We'll blame the moon for the holding

on, to the waning, that makes our gaunt

shadows fill with all of lassitude...

Till we cower together in the dark

of the new...

howl, to never own the lune, a stake

I'd claim, and it will possess you, too

waxing highlights on our cheeks, manic

with a shine, each time it passes us by