Ontological Butterflies (Space Opera #1)

peace of mind is organic
like this image of a missing garden
freedom and ontological butterflies

i imagine the pale dancer
	her orbit of serenity
as a mantra for dusk
reminiscing about a friend, maybe

(orchids are her undoing)
hips move like paper rainbows

to her left, there’s a child who stuffs 
	civilization in his pocket
six feet deep, thick as a pine needle

a man, a fool made of wind
hands like flying aces

but that’s not proof of 
	consciousness, says the son

between them,
a hummingbird flutters in the desert
and there’s an idea that youth somehow 
	touches us between stars

not a single drop of rain

but the metronome, the beginning of sound
or even, by chance, its undoing

There is a strong possibility that the collage above, or some variation of it, will appear on the cover of my forthcoming chapbook (title as yet undecided). I’d also forgotten how much I enjoyed making collages that are themed something like a space opera…although I’m not certain this one’s quite finished. Anyway, it was fun trying something a little different.

9 thoughts on “Ontological Butterflies (Space Opera #1)

  1. I love this…the collage, the words that perfectly capture every part of the picture…”(orchids are her undoing) hips move like paper rainbows” resonates with me, makes me want to move my hips like paper rainbows today 🙂 …”an idea that youth somehow touches us between stars not a single drop of rain but the metronome, the beginning of sound or even, by chance, its undoing”..yes, such good writing…youth found between stars makes me want to gaze at the sky this evening 🙂

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