Back Alley Moth

Dazzling and flashy things
before my blurred vision,
amongst others in this alley
direction windblown
confirms my slow scrying.

High and unreachable things,
my resolve is set to see.
Here i traverse.
Here i remain.
Against the walls of this alley
confirms my slow denying.

Beautiful and Ugly things…
what are these memories…
that i risk all for one touch,
all to be warm;
what are these memories…
assaulting my base logic.
Out of this back alley
confirms my slow dying.

(2016 – Kiev, Ukraine)