Week Old Butterfly
CDAE
My Chrysalis bones
Give birth to butterflies
Fracture my ribs
From a little white lie
Your Jupiter colored eyes
Blink at my red face
That Jupiter colored surprise
Left the red half erased
Galactic chance or not
Scientific façade
This mathematician distraught
For what equals is too broad
Those butterflies aint yet caught
Pinned their wings across the board
We used what botanists taught
And tied em in us with a cord
The cards I could not play
Shuffled our fate or mine
Shuffled us all, but who’s to say?
What I know is my hand is fine
So lie to me, ‘cause it must occur
Amnesia fixes that
Since souls will live forever
The truth begets no past
Thank the anxious flight of the bird
Its song was not what i heard
But i stood there deaf and disturbed
Her actions caw louder than words
