The moth, of course
It is the mental eruption
Jaded by flight and hinder
Sensors drag it without aim
Definition

Silent squares, two by light
The gasp of which is gone
Your notice is not to blame
The day of, it begins
Representation

The cry of dead
Unwanted and beaten by
Man, and Only
Sky stretched moan into echo
Defiance

It shan't follow, nor become
You shan't find, nor conquer
The build that split in two
Haunted by the confused
Caravans

Distraction by lack of
The whisper of insect
Only Tea is left
Vanished into particles
Cursed

Refusal to believe
It is not with us
Crawl asunder to new dream
Our hearts separate
Constructed

Differentiation
Wall is not begone
Yet begs for more
To be named, waiting
Mann