Watching Flames Inside a Moth

Watching Flames Inside a Moth

A Poem by Perdition

Some days I'll visit him

But never when needed

He abhors the melting frost

And when I do I’ll watch him carefully

 

I’ve watched him for so many years

Climbing cages and trees 

A barrage of mist blanketing his way

I’ve watched him dwell in pairs of yellowing boots

Sinking with the shoreline

Lost in deeper hour

 

I’ve watched him sloth to rage

The ragged jaw he wears, 

His shortened teeth 

vanishing to and fro

His silent cave, 

Where lists of despondent words collide with breath

Competing always in constance


He shrugs knowledge like a catfish

Freed from the wormless hook

I’ve watched him disappear 

Room passes room with Ansel’s fog

Then reappears again 

quietly in rest

Catching glimpses of his gait

Leaning in a filling roar of glass

The light

Aching bites of chaff and smoke

 

I’ve watched his daze unsaddled

It glows from the crevices of his skull

Where strings and fins pump out surface water

In the grim glades of occasion

Doorways, always doorways

Crumbling out his bones,

 

But how he lives is not peculiar

Where he sleeps is trite concern

It's the way he bends into the sun’s gallop

Flicking ashes into rain

This is what makes him the rarity

And yes

He will die soon

And yes

Not well


Perhaps as well as you or I 

But he will never change his course

Holding silent to the mere creases

 Haggling the angles in

God’s charade

And for this 

I have called him friend

© 2016 Perdition


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You describe much to the reader in this transitional piece...that is noticeable through the lines as one sets pace with the scenery, in which captivates the moment to the ending...the title got me to read the work...and yet the order of things in the passage, did match the theme...
...in this line...

Perhaps as well as you or I over the long struggling caps of white blindness

...did you want that as one complete thought or broken into two segments:

Perhaps as well as you or I,
Over the long struggling caps of white blindness

either way... a good read...

Posted 8 Years Ago


Perdition

8 Years Ago

Thanks and still wondering that point myself
..still working out the kinks but I certainlyread more
Glen Yumang Manese

8 Years Ago

You're welcome...I just read another...after this one...good day...

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