Yes, they hide
camouflaged like butterflies
against trees and flowers
until they disappear (from language)
scritch scratching in the mud
on the walls underneath (rubble dust)
down that drain flying away
to emerge into (the space) of reason
and science so what if there's
many versions of what (they spell)
we are seeing isn't that so
like this poem the real version
of it in a place buried at night
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