Daydream

i dreamed of a memory-

this time.

a dream of a feathered butterfly

who came to visit.

my angel, my devil?

my place in biblical history?

are we sacred?

I was taken to a garden beneath the sea.

when the

little sunflowers inexplicably popped from the sandy bottom

i wasn’t sure if it was a product of heaven or hell.

the feathered butterfly let out a great howl

with it brought a stench that was

extraordinarily ethereal.

one sunflower decayed and i was led to believe

that this

feathered

thing

was brought to deceive.

i watched as the feathered butterfly navigated the ocean and

i always remembered that sunflower.

why can that little sunflower transcend its natural habitat?

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