The cool of the air
Brought it into the room
Flitting around one moment
and crawling around another
It crawled for far too long;
surely there is some threat
with the presence of two human beings in the room
The reason was its missing wings
Stuck to the white marble floor
So fragile were the wings
So easily detached from its body
Crawling, still crawling
in no particular direction
with no particular purpose
Lost, directionless, purposeless
is the insect without wings
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