moth
if i became say a moth
wandering like soft candlelight among the stars
a guest from the dark wood among the
vast archipelago of the mysteries of ableptic night
whose seductive ambience like perfume
hails the coming storm
would i float like last
a sigh of random colour
and blasted by the raindrops fall upon the crust
of sputtered soil in paper shred
i am no moth
but the envy of durable
Egyptian darkness know my name
it is etched on the pages of the book of shadows
and like the hawk that lays its thousand eggs
so deaths head is not an unfamiliar sign
animated pagan spaces whose theatre of the sun
nigrous night-enshrouded lit within by softly wax
that scented spattered burnt
the perfume of the phantom prehistoric trace
whose thin thin smoke descends the mirage air
clandestine like the bioluminescent moths
that gather secrets in the midnight air
moths trapped forever witness to my
worldly gods their chattels and their prow
are littered desiccated
across the spartan soul of underworld i left behind
for i have ever risen
into the slew world of men
to be its arbiter and overmaster
will like granite
cracked only in the ardent fire of death
displume of fear the tremble feathers plucked
rage like a thunder rolls the cage of man
wisdom like a shower cleanse his judgement
i will have what i perceive as mine