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Harmless butterflies flutter like angels
around the passionless shadow. There

are flies buzzing in the darkness. These
must be from the decaying emotions

that seem to flourish in the slipping files
of backyard embraces. These once were

steady reminders of jocular memories
that sustained the sunshine. Manure is

all that remains of those adventures. The
shadows have taken over and the breaking

glass is the song that has become the music
of the times. Death-like, the corpse wanders

in trance-like ambivalence. The inside hollow
represented by the vacant heart that has somehow

become a treasure to be cherished. Angry eyes
turn cartwheels in the face of the enemy who

never seems to be far away. Intensity is a state
of mind; foolishness a better frame of reference

for the icicles that fall from the roof. Would a
thought dare to emerge in the crippled silence

of an unanswered question? Life is one long
journey from beginning to end. This is the reality

that formulates the possibilities of escape. Read on,
the answer is here, the answer is at the end.