[286] What’s The Use?

Silences pass me by
Words corrupt the emotion felt
I see like a caterpillar
the first jump of a butterfly
I’ve cried, lied, caught myself in a righteous flight
only to get stuck looking at the aurora
interrupted by a meteoric sky

To see beauty all around
or the destruction that’s impending?
The best worst choice is the difficult one
that leaves your life suspended
It consumes you from inside
It devours all your sight
It’s the white before the black
Explosions in the sky

You’re back in your cocoon
The makings of the soil
The great provider of manure
but no one’s really left there to use you
as time has gently passed you by

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