In a stationary mind
Caught up
In yesterday's reflections
Caught up in the buzz
Of disappearing
Up ones own
Self centered satisfaction
Always thus
Those past years
Those past sunbeams
Those past stationary glances
Of a thing taken for beauty
Of a person, or an object
Or best of all, of the one idea
That touched some sensitivity
As if to be the butterfly
In an everlasting dream
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