Wearing dolor made
Of song, they lift
Discoloured wings

Raindrops begin to
Levitate--upward-
As blackness tramples
In oozing water--

I breathe amongst-insanity
Brandishing the bones of
Butterflies-with-sickly
Pixie magic.

Aileron grow-
Flattened-again-by
-starting points.

White-silvery things
Blink with beadiness
When I throw-
Midnight inside
Body parts,

Still shying from-
Those--
Wayward thoughts.