dead
you have to be dead to know...screaming poetry!
and a dead butterfly,
or maybe the butterfly
is still dying?
(i see a flutter of a lifeless wing)
i think i am a butterfly
i think i'm dead,
and i think we're all dead,
just a little dead inside
(but it'll pass with time)
death manifests in many fashions,
clashes with both
time and philosophy
"go die in a ditch somewhere!
i have a cocoon to conceive"
5/19/12
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-10-07 at 23:55
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