Dandruff of a Butterfly’s Wings

A stick of butter in the fire
Melting down in discarded time
Butterfly wings—dandruff, desire
Head aches waiting for final chime
No reason, transcendental rhyme
Inside halo’s blast radius
No footholds in treacherous climb
On high, a laugh rings hideous

 

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