focus on the butterfly
it’s teeth ensnared in blood
talons flash from velvet sheaths
lunar tilts the tide and mood

calm and quiet, the sparks that fuels
awake and last-gasp thrashing
someone’s face in nowhere now
alone in dark surpassing

brightness on the manic side
grit your teeth and smile
it’s how you wear the needful face
to please the masses mild

so pass along your stolen faith
epiphanies are solely centered
a fade to past will dwell in hope
the mercilessness now has ended