October 4, 2020 by petrujviljoen
the tendency was east. at first that is.we’re talking about the directional flow of a species of butterfly that is yet to be named.
if one had to ask them what happened. how did they land on the moon and if they had shoulders to shrug they would have. what is it to a butterfly, the sign of the soul – They say (bah!) – where they go … or not.
the news anchor persisted! if they could roll their eyes they would’ve.
‘twas the wind one said but the other nayed, the atmosphere did it. yet another claimed it was the man and his craft and they got trapped in the upstream being mere butterflies there’s no say nor fight unless it’s for and about food. besides being (too) flimsy. there are those (butterflies) who said they wormed their way into the heart of (the) man and in his maturity they transformed – too.
‘’but is that true?’’ they consulted – can one believe? they decided that if they could shake their heads they would have.
it is said (by who? – dunno) in the maturity of humanity, possibly by incidence of calamity (but it doesn’t have to be) the soul of man … by that is meant the gender-codified being who thinks he’s the universe … will know his fragility; in other words: his bluff will have been called.
the story actually goes like this: there once was a man who flew to the moon in absolute full blown confidence he’d succeed; he’d land, he’d post a flag, he’d sort of walk around a bit and he would return (to earth). He was, of course, quite right. A case of pride; a case of absolute hey-day superpower proven.
If there really was a butterfly [as They say – (‘’They’’-d say Anything!)] it would have thought – if it could it (the butterfly) being sheer instinct … ‘’oh boy! here we go again and then the cocoon and the worm and …
… the old woman pours the stale tea down the bathroom drain (she knew what she was doing). Through the window she saw a horde of butterflies flying in an easterly direction. What she thought of it all was never recorded.
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