– just silent,
just there, but still, still unavoidable. For you,
you are always stepping up before it, and always
the only thoughts to be heard are your own.
So, as joy is here, or else it is nowhere,
so do not fear this – or else fear everything:
each butterfly spawns potential demises;
oh, endlessly, and tightly packed, and soon …
soon doubly obscured.
And can you live in such fear?
Can you live in such fear?