the moth
by: Braeden Sagehorn he/him/his
like a moth within flame to ash i will return
in the heat; in the light
this new cocoon of past lives;
how many lives will i have lived?
as mounds of ash, as strands of wind;
as wings flush into the hearth
and burn away, yes burn away
just like before
why like before?
until my wings lift me away
from the sun—out from the sun
tell me when,
when will they learn?
when will I fly into the moon
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