Like any harried
people fleeing
their own murderous
countrymen
under a full moon
a finely balanced sun
seven gulf
fritillary emerged
from their shrouds
all within an hour
of that morning
fell to flying
in circles round
one another
a drawing of joy
a really crazy joy
or maybe just
the flow patterns
of a new body
waiting to be you.
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