Classification of Moths

Piloted by laws of physics and biology

you gravitate to glows and light; drawn

to pursue freedom from the night of your nature.

I know your erotic nocturnal dreams

of bark and lichen; how they creep

across your papery soul as moonlight.

I hear you speaking Ancient Greek

in collapsed tombs; psychic murmurings

to already departed dead.

And I sense the same contradictions

that you attempt to flee; have been hunted 

by them too, in musked evenings.

I watch you chase the air,

feathered with pheromones; we seek

and take flight from the same things.

I examine your veined wings

and fallen scales; susceptible to the awe

and reverie of the augury you bring,

but just as inauspiciously as I will forget

you in the morning;

classify you with name and pin.

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