Monarch

Despite onlookers
in spite of the social mask
my eyes are fire
for with this fulcrum
the leaf ledge and lever
production of the lotus pad
for my hollow bones to rest upon.

Death and the judge
the Earth does run
and these pads are for walkin'
these cycles of patterns
kindled the fire
this motion and emotion
breath of blood filled oxygen higher.

Consciousness and the transfer of electrons
elektrum and the drum clouds of heaven
there the monarch sipping clear water
just to rest the butterfly effect
hot heat production
trying to be helpin'.

And this raiment
pulsating in green, yellow, & red
there does the cosmic truth sit
as she crawls up
in molecular machines
the proboscis striking dread
mind yourself & act natural
and to take flight one life flys
a long journey ahead.