I seen a yellow butterfly worn thin exhausted from life's vile grief made pain days ripen gorgeously, the lady's inn Transcend stories of scruples, frequent shame and then the ship travels, restarts, slams Eyes open Ignorance-tossed thru the light Everyone is at a stampede forced might hard kicks to overcompensation land colonized; over compensation land The people distorted hit with a kick blind OBLIVION, pained-- proof of seeing deterred time passes, unpacks, and constructs, My gong, limited ego, and trying People seem to seep in aimless dying By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©
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