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Spin out on a silver thread -
Dance across the web,
Wrapped in a bloodied cocoon;
Some parasitic dream, borne wing over wing.
You try to fly, but stick -
Faster.
Wings beat, eyes glaze over -
Escape the chrysalis to show a haggard outer skin.
Glide towards the embers -
Incandescent suffering saps more love than hate -
And you know, you know...
Drift on the air, and crumble when you pause.
Light, and dreams of light,
Saturate this colourblindness
And wash out your lifeline
With their sodden apathy.
Flex your tattered wings,
Float too high. Chance too far.
Scorched and incomplete:
Moth to the flame.
MH