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i have heard stories of
butterflies that wing their
way along the american land
line, each one living and dying
in the pursuit of greater life and
love. they say that as the mothers
die, their daughters pick up the baton
and stretch their wings until they meet
the fathers of the sons and die: they
say it goes on like this, a small circle
inside a bigger circle, mothers and daughters
dying, fathers and sons flying. listening to
these circles spin puts you in my mind, day
in and day out. you have never flown, but
you are a monarch to me.

in winter, against the tide
and in the face of death they fly
with scarred sails. my own sails have
forgotten how to lift within the arms
of the wind and i wonder, how do they
do it? this is a race without end and i
ask: how can you go on without leaving
something behind; how can you not look
back to me, knowing that you are going to
places i cannot follow? i have wondered
and found it wanting, i cannot leave the warmth
of the place where i was born just to follow
you and suffocate in your shadows. i have never
flown, and never will. i am the coward to your king.

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i have heard stories of
butterflies that wing their
way along the american land
line, each one living and dying
in the pursuit of greater life and
love. they say that as the mothers
die, their daughters pick up the baton
and stretch their wings until they meet
the fathers of the sons and die: they
say it goes on like this, a small circle
inside a bigger circle, mothers and daughters
dying, fathers and sons flying. listening to
these circles spin puts you in my mind, day
in and day out. you have never flown, but
you are a monarch to me.

in winter, against the tide
and in the face of death they fly
with scarred sails. my own sails have
forgotten how to lift within the arms
of the wind and i wonder, how do they
do it? this is a race without end and i
ask: how can you go on without leaving
something behind; how can you not look
back to me, knowing that you are going to
places i cannot follow? i have wondered
and found it wanting, i cannot leave the warmth
of the place where i was born just to follow
you and suffocate in your shadows. i have never
flown, and never will. i am the coward to your king.