There’s a moth in my room
Attracted to the only gleam
Of hope in sight
It has no other plans
Except to stay glued
To divergence

And when I flip the switch
It will once again be lost
In its own backwash
On the prowl
For that one speck
Of light
Off in the distance

Later when I am in bed
Trying to sleep
I will feel its feet
Perched on my neck
Restless wings at rest
Forever blinded by
What it cannot see