I was a pupa
Inside a cocoon
A fluffy, light ,all encompassing nest
Woven together with friends and loved ones and music and art and hope and wonder
I was a hatchling in fumble flight
Slinging friends and loved ones and hope and wonder across the sky
I was a butterfly pinned to cardboard
Only I knew I was alive
When I beat my wings slowly against the darkness
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Not far from Easter Island
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The trees were jestering with the wind
Beneath pillow clouds
Their leaves did stammer and count the waves
In twos and threes they bobbed and weaved
Not far from Easter Island
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These things that flow into my heart
like blood
Like snakes and sunlight sliding in under the front door
I see their shapes in the sky
I feel them rumble beneath my feet
I hear them whisper my name
I taste their bitter jealousies
All these things
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