IN THE CURVE OF THE MOON

we stab the wind
with empty promises
dragging tomorrow behind us

the weight of regret
accumulates
in naked epiphanies

we sit on this dangerous edge
of chaos
watching the moon roll
on the stomach of the sky
nudging dim clouds to the hollow
end of the horizon

our guilt, as black as thunder
always surrounds us
always follows us
never turning away

we kneel here
in the moon curves
trying to ignite some forgiveness
WRITTEN BY DEE EDGETT