Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Random Thoughts - number ?

Pretend that I am God,
that I can see all,
I know all.

It is a fantasy
this child play,
this lie that lives forever.

The bright red wings of the butterflies
flutter for hours, they flutter as I watch
them rain down in the green humid jungle.

I am but a metaphor for a change
a blanket of the netherworld
a sharp twisted pain that cramps
the heart, that flecks against
the mind causing blindness.

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