this is the moon's
quiet rose, the unfolding
of the clouds, tranquility
resting her head,
the beautiful sea.

When it rained,
I tried looking for rainbows
But the skies were filled with dark clouds

When the darkness came,
I tried looking for stars
But everywhere was pitch black

Now that I am lost,
I want to look for you
But I know you too are adrift
In your own dream
Trying to figure out
Where those butterflies are

And if they wanted you to see them

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                          a          E             a
                         p         s    c           p
                         e        a      p          e
                         E        e       E         E
                          s         s     c          s
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where I just don't feel anymore.

I have this natural urge to strip bare naked
and run wild through the woods to feel, again.

Feel, anything at all.

So, I did one time.
The next three days,
covered in cortizone and neosporin,


I promised, when I get that urge again,
I will tie myself down
and let someone hit my head with a bat.