Icarus and Moths



Here it is:
Jerk yourself into the sun on Icarian wings.
Savor the hot drip
Of your own wax
Into the canals and valleys of your skin.
You bounce and flutter,
Mothlike,
Wings singed and cindered
In the gravitic pull
Of god stars you can't help but orbit,
And in orbiting,
Can't help but covet:
You know you are too densely organic,
Too little gaseous
To ignite yourself
And burn.

How lonely the moth among stars must be.

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S.L. Corsua (not verified)
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I most liked the wordplay in these lines : "Wings singed and cindered / In the gravitic pull / Of god stars you can't help but orbit, / And in orbiting, / Can't help but covet:" Music to my ears, as I reread the lines. An aural satisfaction. Smile I also find thought-provoking the observation and/or metaphor you've pointed out, that a moth can't self-combust, fierce and long as a star does.

Cheers.

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