# Butterflies

**Published by:** [Liam Hildreth](https://paragraph.com/@liam-hildreth/)
**Published on:** 2022-10-19
**URL:** https://paragraph.com/@liam-hildreth/butterflies

## Content

Cocoon of DreamsA caterpillar walking in a baboon And a butterfly dreaming in a cocoon One sees through the absurdity and thinks The other sticks to the grooves and blinks A glistening star beholden to every set of eyes Destined to dance across the skies A scientist once sang me a lullaby in butterfly Now I’m just a poet spelling mathematicsSoul Damage Here stands that fateful man of straw: painted white, in a black cage around average height, below average grades pot on the head, hair of a balding homeless perverted pedophilic paranoid schizophrenic eyes sly grin of a narcissistic psychopathic sexist rapist self-sketched lightning bolt on the forehead tattoo of a silver spoon on the forearm porno DVD in the left hand right hand in the other vanity dripping from the socks black crow on the right shoulder black cat by the left foot love beating through the heart the soul of a songbird and voice of a goat trying to escape taking the cigarette out of the mouth I say, ‘There’s a prince paying lip service to the words community identity stability, and a pair of eyes and ears on every apple. I see a sir Chalot Ofstuff, and malfunctioning pinocchio*s as politicians. I’m not your property, Mr. Pumpkin.’ And scream, ‘I’m not jesus, just the King’s fool!’Sisyphus part threeAn agent so secret, I wasn’t even told! My mission is to reignite the soul and litigate to mitigate this existential risk. My fovea lighting my way phobia nowhere in sight Cartographer of philia sophia my cleats kept at bay in play Longing to encounter a force called awe found in the landscapes of wonder where life pirouettes on a pinhead for a while Look and you will find no crest on my chest for the scar in our hearts flows with the crowd and ebbs with the arrow aimed left As the battle rages on remember the primary stage is within thy heart and that’s where there’s a war to be won evilly great; tragically beautiful No matter how loud a tree falling in the forest is, only the ground is there to save it. President Putin & Zelensky, please don’t blow us all up Yours Respectfully, Liam Michael HildrethThe next butterfly forgot it’s clothesOnce upon a time, a puppeteer blinded me at a sacred place. Then one day… in the middle of the night… I flew I listen to seek course correction, where misdirection lies. I write to strive to co-create SD navigation, where my soul flies.VThe dialectic ideal ought to be wisdom; it is truthA sole soul While sailing up the river of consciousness, the essence is in freezing steam and gifting water back to the flow fly butterfly flyDear Mum & DadLove repurposed me through the MIC at MIT, but you are the two reasons I flutter today. by L. M. Hildreth

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