The falling moth

The falling moth has no recollection
It just longs to plunge itself back into the blinking fluroscent light
It bounces off the long lamp glass
Dusty wings again and again

It is just a small piece of the night
Born and bred in the darkness
Always struggling back to the light
Maybe it´s thirst to ascend is quenched by it´s futile quest

What insignificant speculation
flying in spirals
And if a creature as this is so content
What stirrs me to question

The falling moth flys back 1000 times
th first time as the last
Does it hide a smile under it´s facial hair
does it have a crazy insight to share?

Most definitely no memory of it
just a random piece of the night
In insect form
Unaware of the gecko´s apetite

Flying in spirals
a tiny piece of daylight denial
A clothes chewing fiend
bouncing off the outdoor lights as the world is half in dream