when_butterflys_travel_to_heaven fyn gula i often raise my arms when i step into the frigid night air to let go of something, to release a part of me that is old, used up. finished. it leaves me on the breath of gratitude as if butterflies traveled to heaven, like a firefly blinks once in an act of recognition, a wink, a blink, and then is gone. 020225 ... bethany and the king is in the counting house counting counting counting and the moths are dying coz he hates what he made die and the needle he used is sent down to earth and it hits me in the heart and the vim and vigor of the color is in me but dead drawn to your light at only at night with the moths since i have lost my color too and does this mean you will kill me too 020314 ... gertrude sting it is better to net worth to throw net into the shredder to steer clear of an oscillating endearment and simply surrender not my butterfly! let it be! that butterfly is for all! and that and that one too! that one will shudder ghosts in unknown hosts that butterfly will swerve with drunken buttery s's so many wings! and many more floods of butterfly thunder stamping stomping pretty prattle plethoras will threaten the heavens to overcast and in turn estrange the white wanderer in us 030115 ... Strideo when_butterflys_travel_to_heaven they find out that there is no_place_to_go . 030115 ... x every two weeks or so too short to gather sin the wind picks them up when energy is weight goodbye 030116 ... forever endeavor they die before they get there fragile wings like crepe paper tear against the wind pieces fall back to earth like ashes, a reminder that beauty can fail you 030116 ... e_o_i see Mina_Loy 080403 what's it to you? who go blather from