Restless trees a front coming in my bed just a platform to hold my body,which holds my head. Rapid fires of what ifs and how come and fuck that! A dark night of the soul was called to order by whom? Like cosmos cotillion a meeting of witches, who scheduled this meeting? Was it the trees? Why don’t they pipe down! So what, a front is coming in. It’s shaking things up a tornado somewhere, a flood somewhere, there’s always somebody somewhere, having a terrible time. You are safe you are in your room I tell myself, pipe down! I squeeze my dog June she squeals. Remember this morning when you saw the sun reflected in the water and all the colors of the rainbow were radiating from it? It looked like a huge butterfly wing such a fragile thing don’t touch! If they lose those scales they can’t fly and they have to find a mate before they die which is soon. Does the caterpillar have consciousness in the chrysalis? Does it even know it is changing?
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