Monarchs in the lightest way
gather in the mean
between the sky high
beast of fire
and stomachs fluttering.
Rise my little beauties
circle and head north
conquer mountain ranges
everywhere give birth.
Find the children hurt the most
sun dial them with flowers
all the journeys into night
toward signal towers.
Guide me like an ancient star
throw me to the wind
I am we are always here
abandoned once again.
Cover me with butterflies
let them eat my skin
find the light that grows inside
and constellate darkness.
Never scare the children
walk right off the ground
discover mass migration
eat and sleep unbound.
Some things don't last
too very long
and I am one
always
Just a short five cent of time
leaves of weariness
luscious wing songs
sailing round
up and out again.
I am the feast apparent
or at least wild grass
all of us are journeying
and won't arrive too fast.
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