Mr. Moth

Emphasis still and solid,
leaves the structure
I function for.

He pulls on string,
for reason,
with sharp stress and cause,
he bends,
steal memory.

Pace of his clamour,
its dream work.
Precedents,
its mind turn.

From craters inside,
he divides,
like a moth of faith,
astray to clench
my bind.

Choice or reciprocity,
traced but lost,
Mr. Moth is breaking my rhythm,
I slide distraught.

Closer for purpose,
for cloth,
fragments of worth,
for Mr. Moth.

Swift stride and flight,
confident venture,
Mr. Moth's wishful thinking,
I will render.

Beside fresh vigor,
he hums,
my rhythm and worth,
he numbs.

Behind Mr. Moth,
I sever,
his wings,
his endeavors.