A moth upon the window screen,
Mistakes for the moon my lamp to glean,
until a Ghost - flash – white and bright,Plucks him away to the formless night
Soon too next a June bug appears,
Who proceeds to buzz loud in my ears,
‘til Ex Nihilo from the black night air,
A ghost claw takes him far from here
And so marks time through night’s routine,
I reading books, they on my screen,
‘til Quick - they’re gone – they knew no dread,
Until blue morning scatters light
And time for bats (and I) to bed
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