Light that is not quite light
darkness that is not quite
pitch black enough
cosmic fog
and human fog
as each butterfly is hatched
it joins the others madly
partying in my backyard
now there are sixteen
I swear all mad to mate
to go right back through
that tunnel
from the lowest
excrement up
to the sacrament
each is.
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