butterflies
trying to stay connected
not to get too close
butterflies make me aware
when digital fields colapse
cutting my ringfinger
so i do not feel bonded
butterflies make me realise
losing teeth will not salve it
butterflies
a bond of blood
brought me in deep
and back again
in the magic of sleep
one carves a promis
the other forgets
butterflies remind
of a hearts lesson
still the pain is kind
still not sure of what this is
a dream of reality
cought in this body of flesh
when we know the wires are so fragile
the cold gets warm after a while
butterflies struck deep
in the heart of matter
while moths drawn to flames
mosquito's die in the fire
we are but cought in a frame
mahakala, man, 47 jaar
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