-- buttefly
The butterfly soars over the mountain.
It travels through the air like a dragon.
For just as a dragon butterfly gains
The distance a universe gives to dawn.
Setting in the sun of a morning’s night,
rising it sets double over in time
in the needle of the eye of the spine
a place for certain existence , a prime.
Impossible to achieve by other means
nor can it be divided evenly
how it is defined is a mystery
no medium does its features redeem
Unquantified the Butterfly Returns
in the Vastness the Tail of the Moon
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