I almost crushed a Butterfly,
in my senseless hurry,
this morning,
burdened with blank
others-thoughts,
not even stumbling,
or gasing up in the sky.
No,
I was deep inside
the foggy unconsciousness
that needs the big,
big Wipers,
and a schmack
with the Broom,
in my "arse"
to release me
from that room
In that moment,
when I was no wind,
no daughter,
not hungry,
no one`s darling
and in no pain..
just blind,
with wideopen eyes,
..I was just about
to step down ,
with my right foot,
but froze
when I woke up,
in a blink,
and I realized,
I was just about to step
on Beauty.
A beautiful day,
one of the last
of a Formula 1-Summer,
gone by,
and old Sun,
making compulsive goodbye-love
to black asphalt,
without hidden intensions
And there was You..
..like hundreds
of your brothers
and sisters,
seeking warmth and shelter,
before the new turn
in the Cycle.
"I was just about to step on a Butterfly."
(but i didn`nt)
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You got plenty girl !
