there you are
flitter & flutter
into the ionosphere
all those little spaces
between the raindrops
between the rain, the drops
of our species
you follow, you swallow
the ghostly yellow of taxi cabs
hang outside the rain splashed windows
of fancy cafeteria signs
buzzing around the tables
waiting for the scraps to arrive
your Musca domestica wings twinkling
in the painted blue buzz
of the electric/neon wind
you fly about, fly around
you don't care that no one wants you
no one loves you; in fact, you don't
even know those words;
(from larvae/maggots in stagnant ponds,
to decaying flesh to dung,
to trashcans and lightbulbs...)
you'll be gone in less than
a few days, but to you,
that time is as infinite
as a human's life;
think of the stars
and we see that what we really are
all of us insects
here, there, everywhere
in between supernovas
the parking lots and super markets;
as long as our star will last
and then we too will be squashed
in the end,
gone

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