My Seduction

moth with flame

*image is from google*

The moth draw
Of soul, holds
Terrible fascination~

That thrust and thrash
Constantly impinging
Recognitions ~

Hooked by manna’s divine
Seduction, heart desires
No other potion~

Annihilating ego
In daily immolations
I make offerings at your altar

Unmoved, you remold my ashes
Never pristine enough
For further purification~

Whiffs of possibilities once
“Awed upon” have spoiled
Any normal life

With largesse do shoot up in veins
Soul enchanting moments till replete,
I steadily immolate, self purify, without faltering~


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