THE MOTH

In time,

underlined words on paper, the favorites

of phrases, become illegible, though not

forgotten as our temperature to change

thoughts creates undercurrents from a

thick darkness within.

 

The answers to our delicate puzzles can

be fragile, larger than what there was.

Every chance attempted is an epic motion

within our history; trying times

can easily succeed without trying.

 

We need to focus on what is missed, creating

a covering like the flame resistant moth.

 

Think quiet. You don’t have to reach for

What’s already there.

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