Moth, fluttering without direction
Near and far
Feeling for a Night connection,
Saw a star,

Space-time’s far perfection
In Night’s black hole of cares.
In Mean-time’s darkest quest, one
May see stars.

Clean starlight reflection
Hath a charm,
But like a diamond’s cold perfection,
‘Tis not warm.

What connection to such perfection
Make Moth or Man?
By Earth’s insect intellection,
Neither can.

Benighted, both seek Earth affection
Just the same.
Either exercising Earth election
May choose the flame.