in defense of naivety
like the passage of butterflies
a singular notion
plural by design
because sense is senseless
trapped in a sense of sense
scion of sense
grasping at straws
but it's oh so fucking beautiful as it all falls apart
as it was always meant to ...
but only for a moment somewhere,
butterfly wings pressed under wax in a book
illusion of stillness while breath still flutters yet
millions of years later
wrecking havoc on ecosystems yet to be born
a finger dipped into flotsam to twirl in the eddies
no action without repurcussion
innocense only serves to still the guilt
Comments on "in defense of naivety"
On Friday, June 26, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm
Beautiful piece filled with mind candy, so great to see a new piece from you! Ciao, T/S
On Friday, June 26, 2015, Adam
I liked it. The physical formatting threw me off a bit but I enjoyed the reflection and the thoughts prodded from my mind during the read.