Santos, Cesar The Moth and The LampCesar Santos “The Moth and the Lamp”

A butterfly born

Likewise in eclipse

May

With the morning rise

Why can’t I taste

With impunity

The same pride?

*

In shadows a beauty

Unseen and misaligned

Lachrymose

These jaundiced eyes drip

Do not speak

Of instinct

As if delirium

If I am mad

Then upon

My breath I vow

That you

Suffer decorously

But suffer

Nonetheless

*

Why must I abide

In darkness?

An anathema

This rivalry

This bias

That forbids

Fruition

*

Say that you

Do not understand me

For are we not all

To some archetype

Enslaved?

Do we not all

Seek that which we

Perceive deficient?

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For Magpie Tales

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20 thoughts on “Envy

  1. I’m enchanted by the way you have words, especially in this poem. I really need to take the time to explore more of your blog postings. Occasionally during the course of my chaos I pause for thought because someone has provoked my imagination. Thanks for helping me get through the night. Before I forget, haven’t properly introduced myself to you yet, my name is Vef… what’s yours?

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