i am reading my gifted copy of borges' Fictions
when there's a blackout.
i continue reading by the phone's torchlight.
soon, all sorts of insects gather and i know :
if given enough light in enough darkness
even the moths and the bugs would learn to read.
*
that's what life feels like : a light turned on
in the middle of a mothstorm which is there
precisely because the light is turned on.
inevitably, gradually, the light dims, turns off.
some moths for some time hover over
the residual glow of the dead light.
that's what legacy feels like : a dim transmission
of the desperate need to be remembered.
~ ajay
28/5/2023
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ways of slowly dying ~ poetry
Poetry"life is slow dying. so are their separate ways of building, benediction, measuring love and money ways of slowly dying." ~ philip larkin
