Elusive like butterflies in mad seasons of your forgetfulness
and as hard to claim, like piano notes
coming out awry.
I punch down but then, it's me who's the forgetter
that gravity is a friend, like you
and the ground will bed me down one day.
They tell me to avoid the counter-intuitive
and that twins and triplets hide the sharps
maybe, once a lifetime ago, we remembered.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
Elusive like butterflies in mad seasons of your forgetfulness
and as hard to claim, like piano notes
coming out awry.
I punch down but then, it's me who's the forgetter
that gravity is a friend, like you
and the ground will bed me down one day.
They tell me to avoid the counter-intuitive
and that twins and triplets hide the sharps
maybe, once a lifetime ago, we remembered.
