Glow moths aren’t phosphorescent.
They’re the color of fireflies.
They have scales that reflect light.
Names are aspirational,
Sometimes. Often. All the time.
Play with available words
Long enough, you’ll realize.
Names, however functional,
Retain some hint of wanting,
The hungers of hungry lives
Inventing names to share them.
It’s a soft current in them,
Almost like living, almost
Like bioluminescence,
But not actually alive.
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