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Tree Moth

from In The Aftermath by OS

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In the mirror they found themselves
Sliding their fingers, caressing their heads
They retrieved their stories
Static curse, blindfold
‘Till the sunrise unleashes the force

It’s not how the movies promised
Right towards the end
Sitting on her favourite chair
She meets the blow again
But no one hears, but no one hears
No one hears
But they don’t live, they just survive
And surviving has become a standard

On the dinette table
I caught a butterfly
Between the gingham and a jar of glass
At the light of a wintry picture outside
Of empty branches

Now I’m just a tree moth
Hanging down a log at night
Burning in the bonfire for the warmth
Up I face a wall
As if staring at a landscape
Though I fade too soon, like the moon

Through the jar, through my eyes feeding frost
Fashioning futures of lies yet to come
Don’t flap your velvety wings no more
Don’t fear, you’re safe with me
‘Till you’re drawn to the judgement of truth

I thought I could retain springs
Preventing them from passing by
Flowers don’t grow in this wasteland
Only empty branches

Now I’m just a tree moth
Hanging down a log at night
Burning in the bonfire for the warmth
Certain of the flame
Between the matter and the energy
Forming all the shapes I see

Don’t you let me go to the lantern…

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from In The Aftermath, released May 30, 2017

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