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Moths by Adam Zagajewski

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Moths watched us through
the window. Seated at the table,
we were skewered by their lambent gazes,
harder than their shattering wings.

You’ll always be outside,
past the pane. And we’ll be here within,
more and more in. Moths watched us
through the window, in August.

 

 

See: https://www.versobooks.com/books/2465-humankind