Moths

To grasp this universe in hand
feel its pulse,
understand.

For moment beat within its heart
before to dust
all drifts apart.

The daring moth seduced in night
sears its wings on blissful light
of bastard torch
with reasons flare, kissed but once
to burn seduced.
Knows-
yet never learns.

For moth lay blighted
wings condemned
by flame ignited, as it ascends
questing knowledge
of what is
that lay beyond bright candles
end.