The Obscure Exalted

you are the moth, not the powdered
gem tone eye
shadowed
moth.
only
the gray, insipid
moth
though you have swallowed the
tears of subway
riders. have swallowed your own tears
because no one has
noticed.
here is the moon on black sky
not a hole to
climb through. you are not
destined to be birthed
through night’s
black scrolls
i have no
such illusions.
i am the moth
of black and white colors
of invisible sparkle
though i have
wanted
i never have
swallowed tears of anything
not even me


-Tara Przybille