Sonathyne

humans are ether butterflies.
they die in iron boxes.
but they keep their colors.

butterflies are decapitated angels.
they die of insolation per thousands.
but they continue to support our hearts.

angels are green tea seeds.
they die drowned in an iron ball.
but there remains to them always a little savour.

seeds are exhausted humans.
they die of sorrow per thousands.

but they will never know the rest.
because the rest is in the sin,
the fruit is well too beautiful,
and the emotional abandonment will be total.

crunch.

Text credits : David and I
April 2004