oh moth
butterfly
elemental grace
so more or less
both you and I
no matter what race
space and tenements
extraterrestrial sentiments
perhaps the sky knows
what a messy bother
try adding toil and druther
buttered-up moil
utterly cut up
spoiled unbalanced huff
try keeping things grounded
mounds of mortar and cement
steel cells are what is meant
all those rounding sounds we make
take birth as coincidence
in this instance
confident pupae and chrysalis
some caterpillar thought
what does it take
making life work
dry off our wings
flutter and flap
finally lifting off to fly
circling a muttering sun
stuttering madness
but all those sacred things
trying to reach a light
which teaching what
yet each of these blessings
brings enlightenment
when the earth quakes
while lava erupts
tattooing souls
what light then
sent from heaven
said a burning night
rending unsightly things
trends sent from mighty hell
righteous need is being well
but birth days are numbered
escaping the hounds of salacious hell
even freed from earthly bounds
eventually every sun sets
settling souls
molding old age
change is what we get
dreaming of moths
imagining butterflies
recalling garden legends
tall stories about flying
where myth goes
something gets us
even mythical freedom
somewhere beyond
life's wire cage
something about all worlds
that unfolding stage
ultimate things unfurled
truth and lies
finding nectar
light and love
bounty in someone's eyes
metamorphic sectors
fields of flowers where
we want to lay and sigh
sweet butterfly nectar
such sweet repose
not unlike rebirth
but before we close
moth beaten wings
fall to mother earth
curl up to die
what life is
truly worth
elemental grace
moth and butterfly

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