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The Metaphysicist
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2011 She was an aqua butterfly fluttering her iridescent in the frigid winds of the north
Searching and wandering though she was not lost only to be found.
She hugged every morsel of the tree with reverence loving it and becoming it.
And she was all thoughtless we had but no mind of our own
But she swore by these paragons of deliberate hatred and what she wanted was to be a perfect memory to every man who was arrogant enough to experience her body.
She glittered with desire, breaking so easily, so tarnished, so gone. She was fooled and damp with hatred
She knew from behind her back that she was nothing of my knowledge.
She terrified me and chilled me to the very nomadic wanderlust of my soul.
And when she was recognized every part of the metaphysical realm came alive.
At two she rose and watched the butterfly fall beneath her waist and flutter
And those who fell broke to the scent of her glittering perfume, and the rubies and roses all became her through the damn wall she used to be me.
