Oh, little moth of clarity

Oh, little moth of clarity,
why do you now hide?
In the past I knew you well—
devouring every disguise,
gnawing my closet to shambles,
exposing the bones inside:

every truth I feared fully clarified.

I should tout your truancy
or revel your retreat.
Yet, for some reason,
I’ve set out lamp tonight.
Little probing, perforating brother,
please, please,

                  take flight.