Dried Flowers 3:25 Am
Dried flowers remain
it’s as above so below
petals in pages
Comfort mother moths
frantic flight moonlights absence
transcending this night
Nihilist grimoire
except flowers doth shimmer
as candles burn out
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Love that last stanza, and the sounds in “comfort mother moths”