The Myth of Smallness

Multitudes will swell 
         the streets, flood them 
                     with feeling or pent-up rage. 

A hundred thousand moths, 
          tipped loose from inside 
                      their clipped & belted armor. 

The air thickens with soft brown, with ripples
          of startle display. Eyespots on Ios &
                      Polyphemus,  sphinx moths drawing

into their bodies all but their large anterior markings. 
           Morphogenesis, one of the body's ways 
                     of turning its sadness at being so soft

& open into a spell, into a cipher. Meaning, do not 
underestimate its capacity to reclaim power.  

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