The Moth


Moth clings
In the quiet dark
To the fabric
Of its existence

You will not
Find out about
This secret feast
For some time

Until someone
Points out
The telltale spots

And you hope
It’s not too late
To patch and sew
And make it all
Whole again.

litglob © 2016

Moth to a Flame

“An eternal play
of moth
and light,
like a gentle halo
around the flame,
thickly felt,
like satiation,
deeply dredged
from inside
the flickering soul.”

© SoulReserve 2016

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