Tag: moth
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The Silver Line
Follow a ghost and enter into a numbing That robs the red from the brick And the edge from the knife To stand victorious amongst crowds of the phenomenal dead- grieving nothing now but the loss of grief // By the dint of whim, mutant gene or dangerous exposure to certain quantities of gamma radiation…
Gardener
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Bombyx mori
I cannot rage against the dying of the light- rage against the tide the callous or the morning // Early doors, she the veiled beauty glides Black silk in ribbons over palest skin And the dimple of a hip joint. the finest fingers veritably ravel back unto the spool. // Essence, fury, love, and loss…