Schrodinger's Butterfly
Meeting Schrodinger Part I
if I had Butterfly wings
at my Disposal, I would
Sew them on my Shoulders,
Fly away and be
Free
the Winds, however,
would
trap me
with No
Escaping the Wild
of the Skies
but the flowers would be at my
Disposal
So I could
Explore, being Allowed in
my Freedom
and the Darkness would
Fall
Trapping me in my Time,
Limited in my
Perusal of the
flowers
it’s a mixture
Butterflies Become,
beautiful yet
Fragile.
Wonderful
yet so close to
Destruction.
with Too harsh a
Wind blowing,
battering the Beautiful about
I wish I had butterfly Wings
at my Disposal; I Would be free
And I wouldn’t Mind being Trapped.
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Althea Luce
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