Iron Butterflies

If I am gone
Iron butterflies will adorn my grave
Do not mourn freedom to run
Without pain
Soaring through a world
Of coloured warmth
Existence’s tunes thrumming a cord
To climb out of this life
Through a gate of light
Becoming iron
Swimming in liquid sun
The butterflies wings
Beating out ordered chaos
My pattern is the smallest
My geometry is the greatest
I am but part of the fractal of eternity.

Posted: Wednesday, April 7th, 2021 @ 8:40 pm
Categories: Poems, Within and Without.
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