A Mosquito....

a mosquito bites my toe
but i am busy looking at the stars

let it bite suck some of my blood,
let its thirst be quenched and let it go away

and breed and live in the places of the heart
let there be no dots and dashes

and commas and periods
a semicolon may even destroy the existence of
my colon

my hands do not strike a mosquito
they are my pillows my maps of destinations
my fingers my words

let not that mosquito see the giants
we're not

let it live and find its gods
we're not

we're just here as the outpouring of our rain
as factual mountains

we are ' living trying to distinguish
creativity from self-destruction'

who placed us there is never our wish
who put our names is never our command

we are but landslides of our weaknesses
slips of our rashness
morning soliloquy
evening's parting words

if we have harmed your transparent wings
must you forgive and define for once what could be worst than worse?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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