I am a broken,
wingless creature
Fractured, fallen,
crushed vein-frame,
Lepidoptera,
dust on the fingers,
Of a smiling child.
What worldly,
innocence inconsiderate,
Mars my unfettered,
iridescence binds me,
(Laborious grievous throbbing moor-lines).
to prosaical concerns?
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