The asphalt moth

Obviously, the moon is ruining my sleep again
The cruel Sun will burn my eyelids in the morning
Crippled this way,
my day will be a torment
crawling on pavements
hiding my eyeballs under sunscreens
intoxicating my veins with tonnes of coffee
Me, the asphalt moth, in search of the truth
I will taste the dust and the ashes
till hidden no more, the dark matter
will be called a name.

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