Being Archy

(i think i am getting overly-attached to hc...)

'He who bends himself to a joy, does the winged life destroy, but he who kisses the joy as it flies, lives in eternity's sunrise. ' - William Blake
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i am the moth.

living the winged life and breathing the sacred air; flitting about in the sanctified wind as it whips past one more, soothing singed wings loathed to flail, defeated by uncertainty.

death sees my reflection in his flames, and I his deadly sickle.
we wrestle for supremacy - caught in snares of thought that feed the fire of consumption
So it must be.The moment when wings crumble into soot.

to be the holocaust,
despite the third reich and the prey,

celebrating life in the blazing inferno-

once and always?
the promise of eternity, fragile, as dust perching on fingers.