Moth II

Free and automatic – learn and systematic
Warm glossy sheen
around a curve erratic

He couldn’t differentiate between the isle and the cave-way passage
‘tween the portal and some spinal drive
‘tween the muse and some dingey ol’ roadway sign

Here a highway, savage and primed
whispers him sweet caresses in amongst a languid expanse of time
Where he could potentially make an informed decision
if (and when and where) synapses weren’t fried
and fired systematic ‘tween mobile pillar lines

a pivot implied
centralized in a contemporary design – devolving

And I go forward through your eye
Walking backwards down through the sky
Like a dust speck mote that’s only here to float
What a flame to throw

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