Insect Poem by Lazarus Knix

Insect



The earth’s mutters
Softly beneath
Your feet.

My words are
Curtailed by
Materialism.

Ours is the moth
To an open sun-
What I desire,

Yet,

Do not pursue-
Even insects
Know limits.

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