Mirror of the Swim

a one winged butterfly
can’t hug the beauty of the sky
or appreciate the explanation of cocooned space

tilted perception / informed maps leading to thick trunks of charter oak trees
then, approached water and surprised morality

with no handicaps
or beliefs in group thought.
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I always had two wings
but learned to minimize the height of my flight
using only one / was taught that, learned that, saw that
always feared being a full beauty
outside of informed adjectives

Now
I enjoy the mirror of the swim
with both wings