beneath argon street light
insects fly all night long
i'm watching their pattern
it's all done in random
i know those; those wings
would be worn out soon
maybe its their way of living
maybe chasing little things
we have no means of seeing
maybe to attract their predator
bats, birds, lizards on the pole
frogs and ants when they fall
Manonton Dalan
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