Change Pools Like Butterfly Tears
Change pools like butterfly tears. As though moths to the sun.
A song to change, to rebirth and progression, ever forward, toward we know not where, a different variant of us and ours, awaits our soft cat prowl just round that next…next alleyway as we lope and sly toward everchange.
A song to change, to rebirth and progression, ever forward, toward we know not where, a different variant of us and ours, awaits our soft cat prowl just round that next…next alleyway as we lope and sly toward everchange.