through walls of nothing
and openings of solid flesh

through dream time eyes
and universe mind

appears out of no-where

all I am ever going to create

like butterflies in the void

I capture one
with my eye

hold it with a thought

set it free with my hands

oddly shaped butterflies
not reminiscent of butterflies at all

truth never reveals itself as truth,
it ceases to be real

suddenly my heart bursts with joy

IF NOT THIS, WHAT?
IF NOT NOW, WHEN?
if not you, who?

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