Perpetual check.
The hoary bat
stands sentry,
silhouettes himself
beside the sodium lamp.
The moth, still tonguing
the Immortal Draw
hangs back and knows
light and darkness alike,
in liberal measure,
blind you.
And good and bad alike,
in liberal measure,
bind you.
Done debating
to be or not to be
devoured,
(and why is a critter
blind as a bat
gatekeeping all that brightness?)
Light and dust
are my constituent parts.
Not unlike a sunset.
Not unlike Adam.
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