I Want to be Light
Like your beautiful wings, oh butterfly,
Gossamer and delicate I hope to be.
So when I pierce the limitless sky,
Radiant sun's kisses spangle joy in me.
Yet like the onion, I am;
Images upon images, a flam.
A non-identity of wrapped sheaths.
Some are mine and some not
Though nothing is left of me.
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