At a certain time of evening,
the moth flies directly into
any light regardless of its origon.
Even at their most wonderful,
stars will dim. Tell me why
you are ashamed. Strong currents,
strong winds increase the probability
of disappearing. In a thunderstorm,
the horses are nervous, flies hide
inside the tiny cracks of wood,
an ambivalent father turns a child to
self-destruction.
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