Breathless

I loose my butterfly's breath
Into the hurricane of all that is
Knowing I shan't be heard
My feeble efforts lost among

Crashing surfs against petulant shores
Aspen’s pennies’ scintillating song
Sighing breezes and thunderous winds
The low rumbles of a darkening sky
The city’s cacaphony
And even butterflies
More beautiful than I

I loose my butterfly's breath
Into the hurricane of all that is
Not to be heard
But to speak
And in speaking , being

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