ONLY BY TRANSITION
my eyes, oh my eyes
how the time it flies
spreading wing, a sudden thing
is it death or sky?
Such is the err of hope
when our ship fails to float
because you see our destiny, not by night does grope!
Not for cause and not for sign, these all occur behind
The riddle then as many spin is all things are the mind
And I continue on
let me never yawn
head reeling back a tunnel black
see throat no more but falling for ever light-flash galore all I thought 'this is hard core' then some bird called never more...
Ah, so I see, the event was me
a mirror of my thought is he
and she
and even golden bee
who very much like the butterfly survives only by transition
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