Briefly, and loosely, the butterfly mirrors the night. Like an angry river,
If patterns are a process, this visits language.
With painstaking naiveté, under a rotary dial dusk, this existential cowlick
Never burdens folly with precision.
I only write poems to defy paragraphs. Torn shorts and short poems,
An hour of television. In this cosmos inconsistencies are stars.
Lovely words..
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Thank you!
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The last line is especially telling. I read this twice. Beautiful.
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I’m especially glad you liked that line. Thank you.
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“Briefly, and loosely, the butterfly mirrors the night. Like an angry river,
If patterns are a process, this visits language.”
!!! This is great. Hard to describe, but patient and potent come to mind.
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Thank you Warren. I very much appreciate your comment.
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my only weakness is a list of crimes
enjoyable stuff
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Glad you got the reference.
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