∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
I saw a monarch butterfly today
the second one I’ve seen all summer.
She met me in broad daylight,
amid a treacherous slumber.
Told me to listen. Just listen.
What you need lives in the air.
To float like me is to be far and near.
I remember you, I say.
You remember me? she asks
from long and long ago.
She offered me pine and mulberries
to savor in my dreams.
My heart was seen.
Too slick to trust
A shadow snake
Still I dance through the teeth of fate
I beg the God with bloodshot eyes
Could I strike with the soil?
Can I rewrite my sky?
Forgive me now, or let me go
Forgive me—flesh and stone
Tryna find my way alone
Truth don’t come but confesses
Still learning how to break
Behind tints possessive
Could I be a gazelle
Admiring the wind
Learning from her
Becoming the wind
Smelling the storm
Seeing the atoms of mist
As all gazelles do
Waiting
Waiting
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