Thursday, April 28, 2011


Slender moth,
Attracted to such a face

Slender moth
Magnetized to such a fate,

Golden Temples

Side to side
Blossomed wardrobe worn in show

Conjoined minds, do not know how,
Pull apart each little wing,

Slender moth,

You shine in your own way
Gliding and gilding at your own special blend of pace

Slender moth,
I wish you knew

Artificial lens, Distort, then die,

Into a tunnel your mind does flow,
Away, awake, never reclaimed, never sought after

With grace restored, trance is snared
Not net, nor spear your wings would claim

So high a flicker from such a flame

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