as the moths fly in
again and again
to be seared or charred
and to curse this flame

flicker, flicker
or steadily burn -
either way they see
for either me they yearn

i am the flicker
and i am the flame
and i am the allure
and i am the pain

cannot one tell
as i burn in dark
it is she who is my lover
naked, stark

True
Is

mirror of This
unattainable that
relinquished and held
never not

never so

never not

never so


always the wrong ones
and never what stays
always the desire
never wholeness not wanting
always wanting not to be whole


so they come one
by one
desperate flight to
the promise of light

what the fuck?
what the fuck?
i can't even convey

what the fuck?
there's nothing i can say

to open your eyes to the context i reveal
so fixated on light
and alluring warmth you feel


you don't even see me

you see the light i shed

you don't even see me

the me you've perceived is dead

the me you cling to
perished,
this vibrant me in its stead


but you don't see me


just a husk, an echo of an echo
of an echo of the void


want me not as i need you not
i want to not need you
as you need to not want me
and if we both succeed
in needing not another
each I may find the other
cannot but be
whatever it is
that wicks you, dark, through each Me