butterflies die in chaos
today i've just encountered the most eloquent bases
for the mathematical world's
theory of utter chaos
whereby the slightest murmur
of butterfly wings yon east
brings stormy gale and thunder
to break and rage in the west.
a theory terse and elegant
has now been proved as immanent.
for me, it’s an applicable
lesson from an ancient fable.
thus: if i want to survive
my precious day after day,
i shan't be a butterfly
who must flutter away.
so much easier to dream
in my damn cozy cocoon,
and wrap myself in darkness
blind to the sun, stars and moon.
but if i really must go,
i should be ready to die,
be torn and ripped into shreds
beneath the dark furious sky
in a blind storm of hail.
welcome fate, here i fly.
let the math of chaos kill
this angst-radiant butterfly.
april 26, 2007



