wolfox

poetica: ...Of A Painted Butterfly

As alien to you
as you are to me
(and) the likelihood
of dreams
though the angels
long to fly
I'll know not ever why
said the darkness
to the light
...of a painted butterfly
my sense of time is
slipping
...away
(and) still here I
proclaim
though my devils
long to cry
I'll know not ever why
said the earthbound
to the sky
...of a painted butterfly
and these symptoms
still they rise!
and my heart
it does defy
all I've known
is it hurts to lie
in these fields
of salt and lye
...of a painted butterfly


8:04a, d210y11
thom Wolfox sR Rhose

20112100804

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