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Thus Began the Butterfly
Contributed by
richard2
on
Monday, 14th May 2012 @ 05:06:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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Thus Began the Butterfly
In the empty sea something formed
That could form again
Thus began the butterfly
The moon is glass
The golden leaves are ice
The falconer rides the wind
Hear his funny rifle
Sight down its bore
A dog camel, untended
Within its host the jester folds
A silver blanket
With a crust of poetry
As machines collapse to monkshoods.
The wires which seemed so high
Now touch the ground
Wolves run the burning world
See their flame in the windows
Feel the melting street
The golden man upon the road
Starved on roses,
Made love to lilacs
And prayed to the violet's skull
From its altar march
The small red ants of history
Copyright ©
richard2
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2012-05-14 17:06:22] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Thus Began the Butterfly
(User Rating: 1 ) by ladyfawn on
Thursday, 8th May 2014 @ 10:45:56 AM AEST (User
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wow! this is just so amazing! i love every line,
each word you chose, all of the images! just wow
and wow and wow so beautiful,
hugs n' love nessa |
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