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I have a visitor
who does not care that
it is late;
he has come
(as always)
unrepentant
and undeterred
to beat his head
and bruise his breast
against the brick wall
that is my lightbulb.
His wings press
frantic shadows
into my page.
This to a moth
is heaven.
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