WINGLESS BUTTERFLY

I never knew the time of day or night
when I would walk in to see her over there
on display without sending out a single seeming care
never far alone at the end of the bar over there

washed within the liquid lair of the liar
laid down to dream of tainted truth dissolved
and discarded upon the revolving evolution
of swirling saints departed
upon a sea of pearly painted honesty
for all to witness and few to see

I never ever really was entirely sure why
time was an illusion in the den of delusion
as she was kissing the crystal lip of her lover
dismissing the hazy halo hovering above her

Soft swirls of smoke danced in a trance upwards
without words into watered down
dreams of abandoned regret
twirling within an eternal ethereal moment of stillness
while held within the arms of an unjudging ghost
to the soft subtle hum of an invisible choir

Silken silhouettes of milky mangled marionettes
remembering dismembered members
and memories of past pets of last regrets
cast flickering shadows upon dimming embers

She's not a caterpillar crawling like the rest of the worms
She's a butterfly with wings plucked, fucked by her own terms
climbing up a barren tree to see and to be within
what she's always been within past passed steady sin
finally forgotten and forever free
in a way not unlike you and me

an uncaught distraught dissected insect
refusing to die within a new way to fly
---Decision precision perfect---
-----wingless butterfly-----