the attraction
to light - to the glow
of known worlds. such moths
grow and die. their legacy that which is
manufactured. there is not much need here
for those types of jobs
he seeks elsewhere still
returning to me. speaks
of tesla and those who
make plastic do-dads to
keep pillls in, i speak of
luck, endurance, best fit
he speaks of hope: roots,
me - we speak of change
like moths we still fly up
towards light: a very bright light up ahead.
a legacy of silk, a road beyond what we can see
