Spark from a hammering stone Life as an evil incarnate The past will unravel as if from a navel And bring present, future around it The choices that cry from afar Arise in your head to adorn To flavor regrets bittersweet A horse without wings and a horn A flutter, a breath in the night And dawn may collapse into East The spectrum of consequent thoughts And the angel revealed as the beast The maker of all that is yours Of comforting, depleting breaths It pushes you out of your nest To land like a glass on stone floors The butterfly, magnificent It's wingspan fulfilled with content It's flight graceful in its ascent And life light as thought, imminent