He contemplated the discovery
The petals would draw one's eye
a soft white against the darkness
Phantasmal, trembling gently
upon the air's invisible currents
The orchid encapsulated
the kind of vanity
that his species idolized
And for that she was sought after
and burdened to the threshold
Her beauty only surpassed
by her vulnerability
For her very existence,
apart from their influence,
was also dependent
on the slightest insect, owl-like,
with mica-dusted wings
And the moth,
with a clandestine signature,
had matched her investment
Equally useless without her
It was something that
gave him hope, cause, inspiration
A reminder that nothing is wasted
but in the man-made realm,
and that independent lives
do sometimes intersect
to live for one another
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