Wingbeats drum my thin window
The moth is frantic for the feeble light
Powder prints on the glass
shown out as mica glitter
And i am reminded of bird hits
and premature burials
These things, innocent and pure,
do not have duplicity.
Only nature.
My desklamp, a false guide.
My window, invisible.
These i must remedy.

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