The Blue Light

I used to watch the moth
and wondered why it would pick that path of flight.
It would glide so gracefully and precisely
into the bluelight.
Is it the light
that seductively whispers to primal instincts.
Is it that reason it is not cautious and the moth refuses to think.
I mean this light is death
and holds excrutiating pain.
From this spectator's standpoint
there is nothing to be gained.
I sat for years with this contemplation,
unil I found the reason why the moth went to the buzz.
I figured it out when another questioned what he saw
when he saw me fall in love.

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