“Scream, and sing the chorus again….”
Have you ever seen a butterfly burn?
Would the sight turn your stomach, or
would it be a beauty too intolerable?
Flames in flight, raging between flowers.
The fire inside any pastoral paradise,
glimpsed through youthful Pan’s eyes,
tends to polarize the masses, blind or sighted.
One human’s mountainous marvels
are some people’s monstrous visions of death.
Welcome to the Everlasting Beginning – K.S.E.