hell on earth begets heaven on earth

i need to feel the blades,

my fingers running through

the span of green

out where butterflies

are as many as the stars.

both daisies and solar specks

are too peculiar to me.

i will burn and drown on the same day,

when the snowflakes melt to dewdrops

on my tongue.

all but my eyes decay

without the sun walking beside me.