in the forest spider webs –
delicate, merciless –
stare with blind eyes
moths like words fly
in a hush
of dense leaves untouched by sunlight
the forest holds
its breath of dark sleep
moths are flickering shadows
hidden from sight
outside the web of trees
in the sun, on a stone,
a stick insect’s wings open and close
open and close like a scream
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