Breathtaking
A ghostly vision, flittering
in and out of my sight:
a white moth's gossamer wings flap
like a series of still photos,
flipped ever so swiftly
before my eyes.
The air ripples
like a pool of liquid ebony:
as each stroke of its wings
opens dimensions
of time and space.
Appearing and disappearing
a monochrome reality comes into focus:
like a flash of white, caught in the moonlight,
for a split second.
And like stop-and-go animation
phantom-like wings seem surreal!
Its flight instills a hypnotic trance:
like a fluttering flame flickering in the wind.
Black and white juxtaposed images
unite in a synergy of negative contrasts
that culminate in an illusion:
that's positively breathtaking!
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