butterfly wings

drowsing through the
caffeine and light,
can you bring me ideas
for my poems, maybe
something high and
disconnected,
maybe something that
makes no sense except
to the true believers,
maybe something only
that special one will get,
your words come to me
as nonsense strapped
to butterfly wings, beating
to cause a typhoon in Asia

— GB

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