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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