6.5.2010
Given
residence in my head,
Presence
upon soft heart.
Amongst
falter and triumph
You waded
through all.
Evolution
is for naught
If the
code is stored.
For the
layers must be based
Upon the
contour of the floor.
Can the
caterpillar live contently
And expire
as is?
…or does
he take stage as
Butterfly
solely for audience?
Alterations
bring short excitement
Yet the core
yields originality.
Change by
external influence
Ultimately
drains internally.
As the
walls come down
I’ll
search through the rubble
In hopes
you’re not suffocated
Through
the wishes of another.
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