Society

Crowded silence
of a sole lantern
in the wood

Swarmed by moths
stalked by trees
exhaustible
eternal

Flickering invitation
host of the discourse
of whirring wings

Smoke, the end’s bell
flame sundered
society scattered

But waiting for the wings’ return,
the trees
still stalking

Watching in the dark
for those trapped
in the discourse

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