The Monarch

I watched as the paths of my ancestors flew by
etched in the symmetry of a monarch butterfly.

The sky grew dim and sun went down
touching the earth in darkness drowned

a feeling of warmth flowed through my viens
a glimpse of the future, a sudden rain

A new self is emerging
past, present meet future converging

my time is a ribbon tied up in knots
each point is unfolding, revealing the plot

I will not be seen, not here, not there
I disappear, instead of despair

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