The Moon Lit Butterfly Poem by Ludvig Von Himmelstein

Yeah ye
I dare not deceive
I got to where
My brain couldn't breathe
As though a piece of data
or intense logical conundrum
was stored on each
and every neuron
And none were left
for autonomous neurological function
not just breath and respiration
but pulmonary, circulatory
and digestion
but a human being
and not a computer be I
and so your marching orders
I might momentarily defy
and just stare up at
the moon in the sky
and seek to commune
with primitive ancient beings
who thus plied this sight
many years ago
but still live within I
The moon lit butterfly