Light traps
The black outside
lit by pencils of sodium lamps
hanging like heavy
moons in half the sky.
The desk lamp
flickers and the computer glows
coldly, moths kiss
against the glass their dusty limbs
leaving an imprint
of scales—lepidoptera.
The fingerprints of
children smudged onto the glass,
their hotness
breathing out and in like the Minotaur in his maze
trapped by Daedalus
& Son by design. The moths navigate
to their false moons
in a slow spiral, a dance of hopelessness
and longing, just as
Icarus soared towards the sun until
heat scored him and
he fell—a spiral to the ocean.
glowing brighter brighter
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Yep, that's a better line!
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