Human gods

A million suns explode on the waters,
the human gods look up.
Their idols hold their tongues,
their words rot with the wood
from which they're carved.
Eternity slits open the minuscule
to reveal that it's all.

The flow of eternity and
the essence of infinity
are displayed beautifully
in that one moment.

unnoticed.

Gone.

To the Dead Butterfly

To the dead butterfly that lays it's patterns 

Towards the ceiling outside my bedroom

I ask,

How long did you crawl undignified 

On your tiny limbs,

Spending how many hours 

Filling your premature body

With trembling leaves?

How long did it take for your beauty to grow

With your wings?

How did it feel to fly?

How did it feel to see the grass with

Newly formed eyes 

With perspectives gracefully 

Fluttering in the air?

How many hurricanes did you flutter

Into terrible existence?

Your new beauty did not excuse you.

How many times did you fruitlessly bang

You head against the window?

How long did you flicker and twitch your

Wings in agony on the ground?

Was it Starvation or the feel of defeat

That killed you?

I too had to crawl undignified 

On my hands,

I too had to fill my premature body

With milk 

Rather than leaves,

I too flutter and twitch in agony 

From the feel of defeat,

I too am trapped behind the glass window

Of mortality.

Night Terror

the night came with so many terrifying epiphanies 

that by morning i was left brain dead.

each star had something to say of

my ways of thinking.

the moon was so unbearably revealing of

my sins that i closed the windows 

and shut the shades.

shadows screamed out in silence 

and left me half deaf,

their convicting words tore out my liver

and left the kidneys for the moths that 

danced around my lamp.

it had just past 1

the sun was a long way off.