DEcRePiT φ PhOeNiX

“Repeat after me. Be still.”

If butterflies rein, then I worship their dashes

If clouds will rain, then I worship their splashes

A poor silent phoenix can’t feel its gashes

So with a butterfly sword, time rehashes (itself)

Obtuse remainder of ignorance flashes

I drape the veil over my flutter-by lashes

Melted & melded & molding crashes

Illusion of self reduced to ashes

“Be still & know that I am God

Be still & know that I am

Be still & know

Be still

Be.”