Truth is what draws the moth, because
That tungsten coil that beckons
with warmth and light is the very
Soul of truth.
The moth does not know that the truth
for a moth is not
encased in glass. That truth for
a moth is free flight over wildflower fields.
That glass-wrapped glowing steel is a truth for
Prosaic people with no poetry in their smiles.
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Lunch was nice. It was good.
I still need to figure out what gives with door number 1... door number 2 is shut... but as a possible door 3, yup... that'll do.
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