A butterfly on a pendulum.
A tiny phenomenon in an oscillation.
He thinks he is flying,
but actually he is getting pushed down by unknown wisdoms.
The rythyme, fractions of upliftment and then the downfall of the prodigal creature.
The butterfly surely having a butterfly in his stomach.

I don’t know why I feel more for the pendulum here.
I guess for its inability to hold lights inside him,
or its indifference to cage time.

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Photograph: Google Images.