Butterfly Wings
Reach through the glass to where
A thousand suns ripple in the rivers of your hair
Reach through the glass to where
A garden of roses blooms in a moon beneath your eyes
Reach through the glass to where
Earthquakes resounding chaos reside in your quivering lips
Reach through the glass
As my clouds begin to roll away
To where my raindrops danced on the tongues of gods bowing at my feet voracious starving
dogs quenchless and subservient ignorant and blind as their worlds crumble and fall and
every ancient star and dancing horse in the night sky collide with the invisible walls of
futility and I trample on all and nothing in a spiraling cataract of silver water and a
silken spray on a butterfly’s wing fluttering the childhood fields of yesteryear and
evermore forever young in brilliant dance immortalized in wheat and dirt and wind and rain
and I stand defiant!
To where my fingertips can reach no further. Butterfly wings in fields of concrete.
Bland.
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