Butterfly

walls are glass 

Can see the trees 

trees are made 

of wind and light 

They walk and talk 

and fly like swans 

When we turn 

our backs on them 

Tigers burn them 

For their seeds 

Of resurrection 

Breaking starlight 

With conjecture 

Put your hand out 

Caterpillar 

Put your gun down 

Drink your glass 

I can see your 

Mortal fracture 

I can hear you 

In the valley

Saw you flee 

The hunger cage 

Let me tweak your 

Crystal varnish 

Sleep beneath 

Your keratin glaze 

Indissoluble 

Blind new eyes 

Wrack your heart out

Metamorphosize 

Crack your rib cage 

Butterfly. 

20/04/20

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