Hey friends, how is your week going? Well, I'm posting another poem in my 2001 series, so I'm not sweating it either. Dig!
2001 5
the butterfly of the galaxy
is eternal
any child knows this
when it is magenta
that stripes its
wings
and red that folds its embrace
the butterfly had come to dwell
in the folds of Jupiter
fluttering in the red
eye
and quelling the riots
of thousand year storms
it was beautiful
to know it and that it would
one day bite
a girl upon her neck
she would freckle and giggle
and her eyes would glow
hot with the nova
scent of unbecoming and in her womb would
come a frost of children
screaming in iridescent pink
that it is unfair to cast about our lot
into the infinite without first knowing
what to call it and how
it tastes
how to touch it
we die alone drifting in space
we melt the sun
we are together in life across many many
many
the butterfly now gone
has left behind only a name
beware I am he and
he
in the infinite is
god
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