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A Moth rests on your nose for your solace, Disoriented by anxious breaths instead. Still your lungs. Postpone your life for another’s, an insect that lives for an average of three days is worth more than you of eighty years. It has less time to live and So is forced to live each nanosecond as its minute. Hold your breath for a second and give it thousands of moments To study the purpose of your pores, the nature of your nostrils, the message of your mouth. It is a blessing that one who has such a blink of a life should choose you. Its tentative, exploring antennae acknowledge your existence For that moment You are its universe. You Are the mountains, and underwater caves, the forests, the savannah, the tundra, the planets. You Are the suffocating suburbia, the twitchy towns, the neglected neighborhoods, the seductive cities. You Are sighing waterfalls, lighthearted hills, free-spirited skies, heartwarming dreams. If god was the universe, Then you’re set for heaven. Except The Moth flies away Leaving you to take its place.
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
The Moth
A Moth rests on your nose for your solace, Disoriented by anxious breaths instead. Still your lungs. Postpone your life for another’s, an insect that lives for an average of three days is worth more than you of eighty years. It has less time to live and So is forced to live each nanosecond as its minute. Hold your breath for a second and give it thousands of moments To study the purpose of your pores, the nature of your nostrils, the message of your mouth. It is a blessing that one who has such a blink of a life should choose you. Its tentative, exploring antennae acknowledge your existence For that moment You are its universe. You Are the mountains, and underwater caves, the forests, the savannah, the tundra, the planets. You Are the suffocating suburbia, the twitchy towns, the neglected neighborhoods, the seductive cities. You Are sighing waterfalls, lighthearted hills, free-spirited skies, heartwarming dreams. If god was the universe, Then you’re set for heaven. Except The Moth flies away Leaving you to take its place.
11/09
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
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