Remembrance Of A Fly Poem by Leon Moon

We are the flies that remembered how to light fire;
We camouflage ourselves in darkness, the sea of memory,
Only to chase the light we burn, and blow out...

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Repose is ripened beauty, existing only
In the fact you can never know it, in any form...
Except through the blanket, tying our eyes; ever-present thread of nothingness..

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I seek you. Only you, for eternity.
How I ever much I forget, lose myself,
The seed, the motion of my soul, is you.

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