Classification of Moths
Piloted by laws of physics and biology
you gravitate to glows and light; drawn
to pursue freedom from the night of your nature.
I know your erotic nocturnal dreams
of bark and lichen; how they creep
across your papery soul as moonlight.
I hear you speaking Ancient Greek
in collapsed tombs; psychic murmurings
to already departed dead.
And I sense the same contradictions
that you attempt to flee; have been hunted
by them too, in musked evenings.
I watch you chase the air,
feathered with pheromones; we seek
and take flight from the same things.
I examine your veined wings
and fallen scales; susceptible to the awe
and reverie of the augury you bring,
but just as inauspiciously as I will forget
you in the morning;
classify you with name and pin.
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