Monday, April 16, 2018

Black Butterflies

Most of human life
We humans write little of,
Sleeping, evacuating,
Sleeping and dozing.

We’re not humans, anyway.
We just care about meaning.
You see how that works?

When we said were
Humans, we were you.
When we said we weren’t,
We were these words about you.

The same goes for you.
You are human, sure,
But non-humans flit through you.

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