Dancing your hanging arabesque

choreographed by a god

The simple elements of all the universe

written in the air in a moment

Diving bobbing

playing to that ethereal music

This mute voice of culicidae

is not for human ears

We cannot perceive the harmonies

of the pest

Mosquito hovers over dinner and drink

buzzes near in the twilight of quiet conversation

Accompanies the warmth of our earthly season

Mosquito asks only blood

Mosquito will close the leaves of heavy volumes

the swirling facts and fantasies of greater creatures

Mosquito survives and is satisfied

Seeks not the heights of Shakespeare

Wants not the vaulting ecstasies of Mozart

Holds not the high ambition of Bonaparte

No honor fame or glory

No story

Little teaser little dancer drop

upon my bared and outstretched arm

But think if you can in that primordial consciousness

foresee and then forego

Or sip the blood

and drink of this madness

Taste this wine of human anxiety

Let the restless wandering flow in your own blood

and flow in aimless unanswerable sadness

Discover your own heart

Come little one

take of this opium called the ego

and fly high

Could you know more than we?

that you can be

nothing more

or nothing less

than mosquito?