day begins from the rim of night
breaking free from its darkness,
straying far from the bulge of catastrophe
where only words without desire are warm when spoken.
yet a day must have its silence
even as the waterfront clamours for attention.
but when hours begin looping on butterfly wings
magicians fly first class.
today you are a fresh green blade of grass
holding on fast to the ladybird’s feet
till all monsters fly out of existence…
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