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frightened pretty things

by Indigo Tempesta

frightened pretty things

things that say we were
things that say we could be
all kinds of beautiful words all over
words everywhere meaning beautiful things

things unquestionable
things sometimes said but usually never
yet always just...wordless and felt.
how simplistic some things can be
(he welcomes you
you will think you are inside;
he will never let you feel left out
you will think you are inside until he
lets you know)

sometimes butterflies lose their wings
have you ever seen one?--it is cruel
but how beautiful the mind that orchestrated this
how beautiful the things it it made of

humans
flail like wingless graceful seraphim
humanity is like the egg boefore the sperm
do you see what i mean?

children are ferocious things
we call them cruel
yet they speak to the divine as we cannot
they are like caterpillars
but we are not butterflies
do you see what i mean?

men speak occasionally like insane artists
backwards and without recollection later
i understand their yearnings, i am like that too sometimes
but i remember her long body
the way her lips shone...
and the words she whispered. pained words,
little things that mean so much to some soul
shivering things that i'd like to cradle and hush

04/03/2002

Posted on 04/03/2002
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