Paul’s backbone burns.
Moths are drawn to the flame.
Since the flame is under his skin
the moths never singe their wings.
The burn in his spine spreads
through his skeleton.
His skull glows through his skin.
His friends are happy a light finally went on.
Other people declare he is enlightened.
The religious think he wears a halo.
Moths approach him by the thousands.
Birds dart about his head feasting.
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