This is an attempt to shatter
the week into tiny beautiful fragments.
The ambient sounds uncoil the spiral
which has been drilling levels of anxieties
inside the cage — a moth is trapped.
Its wings violently flap, signalling an SOS
in an attempt to delay its final fate,
or perhaps to push away the immense gravity
pulled by the burning candle in the middle:
embrace the light, embrace the warmth, embrace —