(well, poem for now...)
~ Butterfly ~O Butterfly, your path obscure
I watch enthralled - yet insecure
Closer, further, out of sight
Reappear! O new delight
Land by me, our paths combine
For are we not best friends?
Of course! then off again in bends
And turns and flaps and twists
Erratic paths you can't resist
Identical to mine.
In you, I know it's me I see
Dodging, diving, staying free
Of that great net, it's icy touch
Too terrified to think of such
We hide, avoid conformity
Conspirators - that's you and me
Paradise our destiny
Our greatest fear - Reality.
~1988~
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