Dust Moth
circling the incandescent bulb hanging bare;
dancing the motes, eddies, and micro-convections;
down the minutes counting in complete patience;
drawn by the unfathomable, incomprehensible;
cursed with great energy, short memory, and blessed shortsightedness;
orbit unpredictable, fruitless, and fatal;
accepting fate;
grace in the face of annihilation.
dancing the motes, eddies, and micro-convections;
down the minutes counting in complete patience;
drawn by the unfathomable, incomprehensible;
cursed with great energy, short memory, and blessed shortsightedness;
orbit unpredictable, fruitless, and fatal;
accepting fate;
grace in the face of annihilation.
posted by Murph | 6:28 PM
6 Comments:
remind me to tell you my moth joke some time ...
;)
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Ok, I'll bite.
So...
What is your moth joke? (and I truely hope it isn't "how many mothes does it take to screw in a light bulb" :0)
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(sorry - i messed it up, here goes again ...)
guy walks into a doctor's office, and the following conversation ensues:
"doctor, i think i'm a moth."
"i don't think i can help you, see. i'm only a general practitioner. i think you need to go see a psychiatrist."
"well, i was on my way over there, but i noticed your light was on."
ba-dum-bum
c'mon, man - that's funny!
Sorry, I've just spent the last day groaning. (hey a groans as good as a laugh right:)
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