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flight of the butterfly, rising free

As One

As one, we walk this holy day
Forever together, come what may
Your mercy shines from each bright face
Alive in your divine embrace

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Intersecting

Where infinity meets the human mind
There the stark reality of the unseen thoughts prevails
Time and space folding into oblivion
A glance at the eternal corners of creation’s origin

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Black Days

June 2

Black, black, black, black
The only colors I see
Until I close my eyes
Replay that last interaction
     The final scene

Each day the bright reds
Of your crazed manias
Are harder to take

Each day the explosions
Fill me with such dread

Beetle crawling across the
      Moist red bricks
Red spider crawls across
      The knuckles of my clenched hand

Each day
      The separation grows
      The wounded widow flows
      The broken window shows
            The reds and blacks
                   And grays