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A prose poem about a butterfly on a wheel, paralleling human experience. |
| Casually positioned On the eternally spinning, gigantic wheel, The colorful, yet sad butterfly Emerges from its solemn cocoon To tempt the world of predators And seek happiness and truth. The constant movement of the wheel Jeopardizes the insect’s delicate balance, Threatening this contrite traveler With war-like upheavals and injury. But the truth is the jovial trooper’s equity, And the pre-destined butterfly Must weather stormy blasts, Perilous droughts, and grueling infamy To circle the universe on this Much-maligned, tragic course, An eerily short life span In timely rhythm and syncopated beat To God’s divine intervention… |