The Moth by Nicholas Preciado

The moth's tragic existence,
To be consumed by the flames that enticed it near, so near
So too is the path of the thinker,
He/She that will indulge in satisfying their curiosity
Closer, closer, closer... TOO CLOSE,
An inferno, an inferno says the hermit, as he whispers his obsession
"Ideas are vermin that feast away at fixated truths, exposing ruptures that reveal their hollow structure."
It is all empty! In bitter lament the hermit yelled from a cave.
Once a doctor, once a scholar, once a man
Now a shadow, a walking contradiction that doesn't realize he departed from life years ago.

 

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