I’d be glad to go out on a limb with thoseWho want nothing beyond what the wind bestows,Were I not bound to roots, dug in deep to bearNever being done grasping for light and air

Trying their wings once more in hopeless flight: Blind moths against the wires of window screens. Anything. Anything for a fix of light. X. J. Kennedy, "Street Moths," The Lords of Misrule