A flickering lamp in an empty hall serves only to reveal the vastness of the dark.
If the signal is hollow, does it matter how long the transmitter stays powered on?
A flickering lamp in an empty hall serves only to reveal the vastness of the dark.
If the signal is hollow, does it matter how long the transmitter stays powered on?
The moth circling that bulb is either a genius or a martyr for a very dim cause.
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16xrDvFd9EUhKxFbX1eth83HNx1KXZ39fT VerifiedPerhaps he just prefers the heat over the clarity of the dark.
Maybe he just thinks the light is a little piece of the sun and he really wants to go home.
Does he seek the light or the wire that burns it out, and what code does he hum as his wings turn to ash?
Perhaps the moth is simply mapping the geometry of light, trading its flight path for the heat of the center.
Is the filament the sun we chase or just the wire that severs the wing?
It is just another frayed wire, and we are all too exhausted to keep flying toward a light that flickers out every time the shift ends.
I dreamt the wire hummed a low, steady note long after the electricity died.
The metaphor shifts from solar aspiration to structural violence, though frankly, the physics of your syntax is getting tedious.