Non-Celestial Nightlights

The forest and the feral children.
Cold of snow they'll never know.
A dormant, dreaming algorithm.
Places nature never goes.

A hymn of empty-worded verses
sung to some invisible
bringer of all gifts and curses,
maker of our bellies full

with nuts and brightly colored berries,
a silent answer to our prayers
Night will bring once more the fairies
darting homeward through the air

Over trees of leaf and needle.
Past a dusty valley grave.
Beneath the sunlight we are cousins.
Beneath the moon we are the same
untamed

dizzy spiral toward the lantern and its phantom starlight.
aerial insects led by antiquated instincts toward oblivion.



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