An Ode to the Departures of Brightning, My Pet Moth
       

the not-moving of your moving
the lazy non-committal of your flying
you the dull knocking of the lampshade
the smacking of your head that you smash up your brains to
the curtains of your fluttering
your wings the curtains of your closing
the silvering tattoos of your falling apart
the silverings of your many begonnings
my coffee mug the pond of your circling
the dregs of my coffee your drowning
the hiss of your burning
the fossil of your stopping in the wax of the candle
you the many of many
the many the same of you
the group of your gathering

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from Futures Pass
Salmon Poetry
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