butterflies
scrape against
a blue sky
their enigmatic
high collides
so difficult
to fathom
sittin’ back
in a non-attack
monastic settin’
all the gabber
in Tibetan
passes me by
so this is the
life ridden
hidin’ from cryin’
wilfully thrilled
to deny the lies
still inside
my reflections
- from Excavations Around the Sun
