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This poem is an analogy from the truism "drawn like a moth to a flame". The saying suggests curiosity can be deadly. Hopefully, the poem goes a bit deeper. In the final stanza, the speaker asks "is everything 'wings and burning flame', an existential game of zero-sum. If so what is the need the moth, and maybe us all, to want to explore. Is there design in this? From a compositional point of view, I am proud of the introduction. What is a moth? I only know through shadows (Plato's cave). Then existance is established through not being, missing moth, missing fabric in clothes. What sculptors call "negative space".