This Little Butterfly’s Days

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Conveyed to earth
with time and blood
Made of faces as familiar as my own
I see her now
A shapeless incandescence
seeking nectar without remorse

because it is the purpose of butterflies
to turn the life of flowers into
wings
and yield it back into the breath
from which they came.

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