It's unique transverse orientation mimics awkward dances
that are only found in sub religious sects in a remote zone,
in a remote country.
Often seen being held up in the lights
like some sort of cocktail gathering
gone too far and out of control.
It's the mute party of the night.
Fluttering about your own celestial navigation
that not even sailors would even try to comprehend.
What does your number nine delineate?
Witches and death often words that evoke in your history.
But is it really accurate?
Are your brooding wing's cryptic writings
eloquently scream the fate of all living things?
or are you just another associate for the white one?
Or so they say.
Only those who believe in spiritual weariness
alerts those who aren't, but is it really worth it?
Is there really a good reason to pass the word around?
The light dance deprecates enough.
The sounds of their wings resonate in the empty streets;
Like civil defense sirens going off,
which gets to be ignored—not by choice,
but by the slow ongoing absolute detachment from nature itself.
"Moth"
(Painting in progress)
16 x12'' acrylic on masonite
~M
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