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July 02, 2005
death of a butterfly
butterflies
scattered among the ruins
the weeds
broken propellers
and
frozen gears
bring them
down to earth
inside the mansion
I cannot find the switch
for the chandeliers
so I sit amongst cracked sunlight
and spinning fans
with a bottle of tequila
and a bag of lenses
waiting for my
inspiration
to
surmise
my talents
and see which is greater:
the gift to forget
or the gift
to forgive
Posted by Drexler at July 2, 2005 08:10 PM