o butterfly

(to jef)

when autumn comes,

o butterfly,

drown in yr' own memories

that fall from trees

as rotten leafs,

when autumn comes,

o butterfly,

that deadly sin,

& heavy rains

& blowing winds

& other stuff

o butterfly

do not deny

in seconds from now,

like in a summer tale,

thy will’st fall down,

and find true eternity,

infinity, gravitation

- as liquid as …

o butterfly,

thy wings are brown,

and blue and red,

and full of colors,

i wish you had some seconds more,

o butterfly,

o butterfly

thine art alone will never perish,

o butterfly, and so art thee,

when thou fly’est from me.