Not a Moon

Caught by the pull of something,
something greater, I guess.
Unable to hold the warmth, 
half lit with no veins to rage. 
Scarred and breathless.
I cannot stray, 
from all I am, even what is half true.
A universe freed 
from memory but laced in patterns. 
Orbit and awe until the surge below. 
I sift light from the void, 
pull waves from the deep, 
push myself nowhere. 
No, It cannot be true, 
so distant from the words now,
surely, I have broken free.