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Bits of conscious alight on my soul

Like

Concrete butterflies on

Cotton ball clouds.

Creating a schism

Twixt what is and what ought

While

Earth green turtles with hummingbird wings

Frantically recirculate

The air of desperation

Only to find themselves

Right where I started

Watching

Lemon-yellow silkworms weave burlap tales

With latch-hook words

That don't quite make a knot

The ends left loose

As

My morals were then

In a time I can't seem to remember to forget

A time of Butterflies, Turtles, and Silkworms