I am likely more slight
than you, searching
for light to keep me alive, yet
preparing for some hot death.
I am not kill or be killed,
though I could flutter
into your lungs, calm like smoke,
but only to teach you to hide in the folds
of a dark cloth.
You fear me if you fear yourself,
so, kill me to prove
my lightness on this earth, then
I’ll thrive in some other realm
of winged creatures.
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