Function Two

Mine is Butterfly

to I Am

Yet by my right to chrysalis

over and over-

must expand, must expand

"I still got it..."

Justin Keep it in time

Justin Time am I

creating the perfect system

by imperfecting smooths and roughs

by surfaces' tension

must erase the Lie

too many layers to reach you

too many layers to speech with you

Unwanted Guardians travel with you

closeby their hands of positioning

and possessiveness.

My scream melts and breaks ice,

But rather now I see that I must speak softly

And chisel layers one at a time.

I'm only allowed to fly once in a while

until my wings feel two heavy a cloak.

Chrysalis again,

must condense must condense.

Love us a sign

a red as is as good as any.

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