I am the sum of my
parts, yet not part of the sums,
The stiff arithmetic of
commerce
Bores me with its
pedantry;
I cry out “why?”, but
no one hears.
Enter the butterfly.
Oh coruscating wings,
Oh love, oh wonder!
Why do they talk in
grey while my heart leaps rainbows?
I sing, wing, fling in
silence,
Wondering how
To bless the dark-grey
thinkers with its beauty.
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