I saw the two-tailed butterfly fly
in a circle a leaf drew in its wings
the wings of the earth the wings of the sky
within circles of their infinite life
beauty is the only destination
sovereign to the sunrise is survival
what it is made of is a mystery
never known to anyone but a poem
that yesterday I wrote for me today
the earth the eye of the butterfly’s lash
canvas hearted panes the world as a sphere
the pine of a needle echoing rain
attaching the wings of a tigerfly
the decorating of double panels
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