Self-annihilation by fire

Is the Moth’s only desire.

Oh luminous candlelight!

Earnest is my joy-winged flight.

 

To fly towards this pure light,

Where I can shed my ego.

To bear its immense might

And be no more than zero.

 

The allure of balaustine

Oh self-effacing fragrance

Your roseate face pristine

In the vernal moonlight dance…

 

 

 

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