Papillon

PAPILLON

IT IS AFTERNOON
I AWAKEN FROM THE 'HAVEN'T BEEN' AND 'YET TO DO' THINGS.
MY JANGLED HEART SITS SNUGLY BETWEEN YOUR WINGS.
I AM NEVER TO RETURN.

TO A FAR OFF LAGOON.
FOR HARBOUR, WE STOP OFF AT EVERY FLOWER,
WHERE EVERY SECOND LASTS A THOUSAND HOURS
AND SWEAR NEVER TO RETURN

(the beating of the butterfly's wings)