Goodbye, butterfly
I’ll see you again
Where ground meets sky and peace meets din

Where black meets white and void meets form
And laughter meets cry and fear meets scorn
Where sheath meets sword and being meets time
And peasant meets lord and body meets mind
Where bones creak stress and muscles knot
And flowers wilt and things are forgot
Where child is born and elder turned
And names are made and body burned
Where names are lost and labels bent
And translation fails to convey what’s meant
Where I meet you and you meet they
And they meet amorphous bodies of gray

Where lightning lasts forever to a pixelated eye
And time winds down to spin a story from the lines
Where erosion and wear meet a weary-eyed stare
And an unspoken bond is discovered and shared
Where diction falls short and rhetoric fails
And reason is lost and chaos prevails
Where lines can’t be drawn with no medium ready
And hands clasp a head for a psyche unsteady

Where a smash meets a mend and a foe meets a friend
And a circle exists with no start and no end