all of us now bent as we fall

to amorous light we call out

why are we so alone

even with company?

if not the moon will us guide

will then the street light

all of us now breathe it like smoke

to know what it's like

breathing to choke

well, for nine days

a small moth has tried to escape

our bedroom

why ere we so alone

even with company?

we are the pray

for each day a striking distance