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May 2010
The moth is drawn to gold,
And in it, seizes terror
Sees heaven,
Obelisk in light
The sharpened cold dirt,
Like life must oblige
Its flipped projection
It senses the wave reflection
And covers itself in gold
copyright 2010 Carl Hoek
Carl Hoek
Written by
Carl Hoek  new york city
(new york city)   
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