Multitudes will swell the streets, flood them with feeling or pent-up rage. A hundred thousand moths, tipped loose from inside their clipped & belted armor. The air thickens with soft brown, with ripples of startle display. Eyespots on Ios & Polyphemus, sphinx moths drawing into their bodies all but their large anterior markings. Morphogenesis, one of the body's ways of turning its sadness at being so soft & open into a spell, into a cipher. Meaning, do not underestimate its capacity to reclaim power.