Untitled #4

aren’t i just the moth though?

and you’re some offandon light.

and when you go on i go

tumbling against

the bulb.

offandon offandon.

offandon you’re shimmering.

and the warmth of your glass is catching my wings

and don’t they ember erratically?

just like some offandon light.

and when they go up i go

plummeting down

and bury

myself

in

your

morningdew

beaded earth.

and when you go on i

go on. offandon offandon.