Locomotive wing
Has got me in full swing
Seeking bulbs of brightness
And I've no idea why
Yesterday in rays of sun
Now I'm navigating some
Odd moonlight
Peering through the trees
Straight trajectory
Feeds my energy
Until I see a stronger source
Then I'm thrown right off the course
One eye blind
And one wing beating faster
Till I'm almost fully gone
Haywire tailspin, in a song
Of neighbors scorched and burned
I guess we'll never learn
Now I've got my own throne
Helping others find a home
A tiny sliver of power
Amongst these ultraviolet flowers
Now I'm feeling kind of stuck
Reaching for the same old ****
Guess it's just a matter of --

much like a day is long
when a wink is an act of violence.
as a world is a woman
when a man is a stone and silent.
much like a moon is wrong
when a star is an actual copilot.
how the earth is a pillow
where your head conspires to
annihilate
a dream.

but different.

to the light we shadow.
like immigrants

to a home,

Such power does a porchlight possess
That it lures a thousand insects
To fry in the dewy-white comfort of its glow

Where we see the mundanity of a helpful object
Moths see beckoning beams of moonlight
Like Icarus soaring too high at midnight

Perhaps God in all his alleged wisdom
Could never have imagined the horror wrought
By positive phototaxis and the electric lightbulb

Perhaps this whole **** world is the unintended
But deadly consequence of a God who could not
Predict the ways that lightbulbs and moonlight
Merge to Mock him.