flight of the butterfly, rising free
As the crows bespoke their heartfelt and kindred song
Kindled hearts of the forty-four lost crickets sang along
In merriment and twists of ubiquitous beginnings
The lass looked with awe at an expansive blue sky
I woke this morning
And felt a gentle breeze
I woke this morning
And heard a bird’s song
Psychotic awakenings
Welcome to my mind
Bloody dripping oozing
Secrets of divine
Diving into mystery
Destroy the blooming rose
Questioning the clarity
Deepened in the woes
Growling at the risen moon
Howling at the sight
Mirrored waters showing
Insanity's delight