The Horseshoe Proxy (Killing the Butterfly)

I call my life
on a closed palm.

I blot its flesh
with my symbols

I twist it's wrist
into seance

and rub the
blistered fist
for gold.

I lather it in
Blessed balms

Then thread it's sweat
Into bottles

I roll my die
into the dust

Charming its hand
which now unfolds.

Voila
Behold
The Butterfly



We play its game
sheathing our nests.

thinking recursive
wins are set.

As fractal fiends
looting for jewels.

We waltz
with broken legs
not rules.




I splay it's wings
and
Clip its eyes
watching it's whims
whirlwind ripped skies.

Fluttering death to every kind

Spraying its breath to all our kin

Warming their blood

In the Maelstrom

Thrown to unchosen

Wombs and born.







Some lay their hands
And crack it's wings
Checkmating Death
Praise be their King.

They break its winds
Granted blessings
for brethren
sleazing in sin.

Ha ha ha ha!
No pity's chance!
No saving grace!
No sky lined heart!
To fear as lowly mortal man

In fear to be lone mortal man.

They fight freedom
and burn their sand

To a glass box
stood in our dust

Defiled with words
That please their trust:

A chrysalis
in the tempest.

Some live in spite of
sight and touch


And chart their lives
 amongst the stars

They fantasy clear


Skies flared green,

The Greys unveiled

In stark machine.

The proxy's bluff:

In tyrant's schemes
and played out plots
begging belief.

No neighbours watch
 nor
elders touch to
spin the silk
they slacken from.

Just traps to

catch a Butterfly

Stuck teetering on
 the fault lines.



But all live through its
Shutted eye

As blind roving
into worn roads

Praying for
right of way
they cry

"Give me a sign!
 If just a sign!"

A cloud gently blows
them aside

Flocks curse its cheeks

Seeking mercy.

Nature engulfs
what all abide

And spite in their
true blasphemy.



To live under
this
stirring nimbus


Sharing bad air
Shrouded in mist

Prey to motions
of its wisps that

anytime
Might shoot a spear

Cracking it's cheeks

A silent seer

A butterfly
shot from hot air.



So risk reward
onto this hand

And break the bones
 to make your own

Do keep an ear
 for butterflies

You let escape
from your window

You'll hear the
beats of their
long past

Blaring
into the tornadoes.

Raiding the sirens
of your mind

Wildly unwound
in perch of woes.



Fluttering by.



Fluttering by.