In the middle
of the garden it stands and shines
with
worm-eaten moldy apples
we have buried
the remains in there.
If I had no
past and had no future
I would be a
butterfly
a free spirit,
a lost soul.
From the
rotten pile
the snakes
crawl out
so thin they
came out of their eggs.
If I had no
past and had no future
I would be a
butterfly
a free spirit,
a lost soul.
Let the sheep
run
let the sheep
run
they have no
stardust
on their
tongues.
If I had no
past and had no future
I would be a
butterfly
a free spirit,
a lost soul.
The maidens
sweep the same way
the heavens
fall with them
a monkey holds
up the weight like a wall
of cobweb-thin illusions.
If I had no past and had no future
I would be a butterfly
a free spirit, a lost soul.
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