electric butterfly

tuesday is gone and with her last night’s fleeting 
pleasure,     bandaid for a lonely soul seeking 
comfort from infinity with its vast unending 
terror and the angst of existence being 
only temporary   .  .  .   or,   more fearsome, 
unending in some strange cyclic turning 
from life to death to life to something stranger 
unknown and mysterious,     to human sense 
unfathomable in context with present 
experience and yet captivating 
in its inexplicable pull,   hypnotic 
drift and gravitation toward future 
metamorphoses   .  .  .   and in this strange fear 
hope emerges:   electric butterfly.


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