Eurypegasus papilio

Little wings sprout from your back
Time and time again
We remember only to forget
In spite of ourselves

Sparkling raindroplets
Translucent butterflies
Curtains of moth-wing dust

The morning sun observes
Which way memory blows
It appears, only to drift away
Leading us astray
Time and time again

As virtue slips away
The perilous delivers us
Awakening one languid afternoon
We talk to people gathered like shadows

Tell me
Where doеs time drift to?