How could this be?

The world of birds were present at your death.
As I cried.

A half-inch baby
Birth covered in typeset lettering
A belly
ink black with vocabulary from the jellyfish sting
Long
dark
down
in ground
a hole
Where I pray for the moment of singing
true song
When the wonderland will not have to cover me

-Internet (God;and a church covered in butterflies)-

The modernization of thought process
had an involuntary effect on the bloodline
making me talk like a donkey.
Wonderfully forgetting
just about everything
my butterfly collection
spooked into providing semi assassinations.

They nearly covered the cathedrals
once decommissioned.
A resurrection of prophetic constabularies
each one
gold black Monarch
Swallowtail
Clouded Sulfur
Mustard White.

First you organize around mystery
then it does so to you.
A reverse assembly.

Imagine God
making a holy place
and praying to the world?
I think that this happens.

It is not about formality
or how much one can
provide authority
‘Cause information is able to travel faster then the speed of light.
This is the modernization of our time
and I am its donkey.

Only that which can be splayed out across the universe,
is worth its worth.

In the deep of open sky, we all will know.

We are forlorn.
In accomplished anger
(in the accomplishment of anger),
in the acceptance of the moment,
we accepted defeat.

Here we have a lamb with laminated feet.
An orange shadow pressing
dark hands down.
A critical remark,
remaking the day.
Entirely rethinking,
as if anonymity can think.
I slid away,
and pulled the stone from the giant beak of the bird mosaic.

I ran from the room of prayer,
and sung my sins outside.
The street was welcoming
its structure of street
deliberately welcoming
privacy not given title.

I drew out equations and maps.
Leaving them there.
Rose up,
and moved out.
Eyes calm,
in sea of air.

You do not know,
you do not know, they’d say.
But I do.

(a) Is it important to speak?
(b) Do you think that we would bring opera to the moon?
(c) Did the cage come before civilization?

Conventional forms of stupidity.
(a)Invite reprise through crime.