I take

armfuls of butterfly memories to keep me warm,

but I fear: I cannot hold on

swallowtails, monarchs, birdwings:

a flood of colour fills the air

la fin n'a pas de fin

(the end has no end).

Farewell, the evening shadows are arriving -

you, you, you translucent, intangible,

I crave you, but -

the darkness

and ghosts

here, again.