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THE CURATION OF VISIBILITY

Shadow Puppet Poem.


MOTH - Script

Once, there was a moth who had never
seen her own wings.

By moonlight,
She heard murmurs on the wind:
“Your wings are silver stars.”
“Your wings are velvet moonlight.”
“Your wings are solar flares.”

But no pond,
no glass,
no dew on the grass
would show her the truth.

One autumn evening,
in the village beyond the fields,
a man with quiet hands
lit a lantern as bright as the sun.
and right behind, he hung
a mirror clear
as ice and still as sleeping water.

The moth saw her chance.

She drifted through the dusk,
and circled the flame
once,
twice,
Again.
Her wings shimmered like breath;
Her heart fluttered like light.

And in that glowing mirror,
for the softest blink of time,
she saw herself:

Her wings were starlight
Her wings were midnight
Her wings were solar flares

And in the same breath,
The flame kissed her wings and gathered her.
Flaring gold

Her wings were ash.

The mirror cradled her image for a
heartbeat
and then it too, fell dark.