Collecting Butterflies

clouds are gathered souls

of the dearly departed

speaking to us in a language

only the sky can understand

voices

loud as

thunder

how deep is your heart

how big are your wings

how good is your eye

headhunting natives

ancient astronauts

sacrifice

only I

can see

the red

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ÂĐ2020 J.D.C.IV

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