Sickly I sit

On the prose pole

2 clicks left

Yellow moon

Rose gold

Quickly I shift

Cold tounge

Apprehensive

Exchanging lives

Love letters

Through electric fences

A waxing crescent

Dripping candle

First quarter of may

A landris candid

Completion dismay

Completely dismissed

On the the corner of this letter

That may spell out the shift

Completed in its letter

Latter me to super

Nova

Super moon

Exchanged letters till

Super exposition

And the moon turns full

Waiting now

Waining now

The present crescent

Absent touch

Gibbous is the giblet

Sipped with lemon

Poisoned liquor

Venom to the bunch

No more letters

Sour grapes

Unless we start again

No more letters

New moon

Unless we start again