Dedicace for a Dead Moth

The vivid imagery in this poem jumps out at you while reading–it commands your attention. This is such a great read.

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Shadow(s)yllabic

Found(:) you,
emergent beneath toaster oven,
frozen, in final flight

perhaps you too, like many,
in helix deep ache,
are bound to chase a stranger’s light,
a balaclava warm

only to be revealed
under great metallic dark
and taking rest,
beyond the absence of a soon-
expectant moon

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