From The Forgotten Files # 18

Born from Nothing

Born from nothing,

to become something.

Covered in goo,

to one day become something new.

Crawling over nature,

something to be endured.

Until one day, when all is rearranged,

and life will be forever changed.

Breaking free from a self-contained prison,

to fly away freely like colors flashing from a prism.

Wings spread wide,

flying everywhere, not wanting to hide.

How long will this last?

Until remembrance of days have long past.

Fly away, fly away, and never ask why,

oh, fly away, fly away, little butterfly.

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The butterfly is commonly known as the Cosmopolitan

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As originally written:

10/21/67

Written sometime after midnight

Two more remain.