When I was a moth
When I Was a Moth
Is any of this how when
crescent shaped crunches
and obstinate suns.
I was four years old then.
Whistling with wings moths
obeyed and opened up like
Sacks in custom cotton
I was the last one they lost.
Lately I’ve been a ghost
More often floated on
Creeping like I’d creep
cutting myself off at the.
Are you getting this or
am I being too clever?
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independent mythos-is
trampling on arguendo
marble floors and tremendous
simplifications distinguished
night and worms through
thorough films, words, notes
willful nods, poorly written
duets and attended concerts
1st time cacooned carelessness
lifted open windows, open and
altering smelling frozeness,
brief flash floor talking
opining futures
changing my life,
hitting rewind.