Sparks fly from the contraption
That was once his body.
He clings there,
Enveloped by- and dangling in the vapor
Clinging to the crow’s wire,
Illuminated by the efficiency of his plight.
Grasping a sunken butterfly,
Dry in his organs
Sparkling in the vast daybreak sheet.
Pushing at gravity with red valentine stripes
Coating the end.
Clinging to the crow’s wire
Sparkling through the soul wrenching encore.
 
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