Butterflies Mutate

 Ashokanand.

 Beside your crib
the wing lies
its corpse
fell off in season,

 when you've escaped
this body
you too
will know the reason

 our life's fire
flies to the sun-
our bodies' water
washes to the sea-

 and of Earth you are
as it was with me.

Sammy TedderVelma FryeKen Beattie

Explication
by
Stephen Pain


Breath

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