three heart-showings of a moth,
through which it can be loved or lashed:
its poetry,
its rituals,
and its lantern
dreamworld photographer
- it, she, they
and the mirror
not her waking,
aching body showed,
but endless forms,
from feathered fractal
edges spilling out
a snowstorm
swirling silent
in her eyes
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