The Origin Of A Poem.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

eventually words do not just
come in the air which you catch as
a butterfly and which then shall lay
helpless to the caprices of your fingers

that cruel and senseless hand
that stoic indifference of mankind,

there is such thing as an origin
like the way how eve came about from
the ribs of adam,

it was the long deep sleep
which made you forget how butterflies
were born and how
each fragile and short story is forgotten