I am in the moonlight I am
The green remaining untouched
Beside the trodden way.

I lie in wait I do not know
Why others wish to be stepped on today.
I would rather sweet senses
And the bosom of surrounding
And the relief of knowing I’ll
Be the same with imminence.

While I comfort myself, I’ll wilt
Of life’s accord and wonder
What the comfort was.

I will want experience
I will want to feel the injury against purity
And visionary destruction.

Eamon Costello (he/him) is a student at Columbia College studying Comparative Literature. He can be found on Instagram @eamonc2.