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.

