  BUTTERFLIES carmine-and-white Wheel into human view. Out of the womb of the night Into the town and its light Butterflies carmine-and-white Flutter and flicker for you. Butterflies crimson-and-black, Splashes of blood on the dark— What do the winged things lack— Breaking, perchance, on a rack? Butterflies crimson-and-black. Butterflies powdered with gold— (How should a butterfly sting?) Butterflies, selling, and sold, Wheeling and curling behold, Butterflies powered with gold. Butterflies bistre-and-blue (How should a butterfly kiss?) Sinister wings flitting through The Pit and its dreadful abyss, Butterflies bistre-and-blue. Butterflies carmine-and-white Flicker and flutter for you Into the town and its light, Out of the gloom of the night, Butterflies carmine-and white Flutter and flicker for you. |
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