Shadows of butterflies
fluttering around me everywhere,
initially mistaken for falling leaves:
first signs of Fall?
“Where are their beautiful
wing-feathers?” I looked around
in a stony silence but found
shadows amongst shadows—
these shadowflies had overmastered
my soul with grandeur, flying through
the doors of the universe, holding my spirit
for ransom with an infinite medallion!
an acute puncture of my frontal lobe,
elapsed menageries, rhythms of liquid light
& harps of glass—Chinese Whispers,
the voice of God in the wind,
calming like a reflecting, metallic
Lake of Ointment I feel
to fan the flames of my well-disguised
clairvoyance—a Seminole’s beating eardrums
thrown through the candy-glass windows
of the apocryphal sunset that I see—
giving an allegiance to it: the hand
over my heart is the shadow of a butterfly.
fluttering around me everywhere,
initially mistaken for falling leaves:
first signs of Fall?
“Where are their beautiful
wing-feathers?” I looked around
in a stony silence but found
shadows amongst shadows—
these shadowflies had overmastered
my soul with grandeur, flying through
the doors of the universe, holding my spirit
for ransom with an infinite medallion!
an acute puncture of my frontal lobe,
elapsed menageries, rhythms of liquid light
& harps of glass—Chinese Whispers,
the voice of God in the wind,
calming like a reflecting, metallic
Lake of Ointment I feel
to fan the flames of my well-disguised
clairvoyance—a Seminole’s beating eardrums
thrown through the candy-glass windows
of the apocryphal sunset that I see—
giving an allegiance to it: the hand
over my heart is the shadow of a butterfly.
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