Sleep, the Moth cried.

Nothing new has bloomed here underneath the dawn sky.
Barely a flicker of a flame lights up the cold grey walls
Casting shadows, moth shadows.

Moth moth on the wall, your fate will foresee you.
Your eyes will lead the way,
Let you scale the treacherous summit.

Serene as a pitcher of ice
Dawn dawns upon dawn.
Marooned at the far end of the plank of ethereal reality
Courage dissolves and hope manifests.

Architecture reigns.

Grey skies, dawn skies, time flies.

Condescendingly and yet reassuredly,
Moth cries, the moth cries

Where lies your name? The moth cries.
What purpose do you hold?
Do you hold purpose? The moth cries
Or does purpose hold you.

Purple haze...dawn dawns upon dawn.

Progress, do you? Or decay? The moth cries.
Destruction and carnage? Peace an unfulfilled dream?
Tell me more about betrayal and the loss of faith
Redemption and sacrifice.


Firefly firefly, moth firefly
It burns brighter.
An aura takes hold.
Radiation takes hold. The moth
Is now a firefly.