To Follow a Butterfly

My sorrowful head droops

And I soak in manmade tan

Adjacent to manmade minerals.

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His mind is clouded

With dark visions

Of a past unbearable—

Unimaginably tumultuous.

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An orange silhouette flitters

In my right eye’s peripheral.

It dances along the wind… free.

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I pine to decorate his thoughts

With magical splendor—

If even for a breath’s moment,

As to comfort his woeful heart.

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It flutters beneath my right knee.

My zoned mind lingers

On the graceful aerial ballet.

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I undulate right and left,

Commandeering his wonder—

My aim is to make him wander

And be filled with delight.

———

My waterfall world freezes

As I soak in this display—

I become colorblind.

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I lead him backwards

Toward the rustic sandwich shop

To avert him from tragedy—

Away from his reality.

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I only perceive the tangerine flame

That burns before my eyes

With such a soothing, saccharine embrace.

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I loop between bushy green hills

And wind atop sky-kissing palms.

The calm breeze whistles to play us

Its coddling melody.

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My feet gravitate towards

The beautiful wind twirler

That frolics and flaps away.

———

My wings covet high altitudes

And so they rise and spin me

Within an invisible vortex—

I spiral down behind an oak tree.

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I lose sight of the supple danseur

And the world crashes into me.

Veracity loves its foul games.

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I flicker across the green lip

Of a sun-nourished shrub

And catch a glimpse

Of his dance into oblivion.

———

My legs are shackled—

I am pulled to and fro whilst

I Chaotically walk back home.

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My chest burns

With a bright, white-hot fire

Bereft of warmth and love.

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I look to the hanging sky

And watch in horrid awe

As it bleeds blue—

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A cruel blue that reminds

My damaged soul

Of how blue the past is.

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Too blue… Too blue…