Ugh things

The butterfly was a crawling ugh thing on the road against my woodland shoes of yesterday’s walking toward old man who dragged a limp foot for exercise.

The black itchy creature of ugly disgust is one’s own fear of death, a decrepit body trying to create its marvelous moments marking beauty of tiny things, rainbows held aloft on grease bubbles on wet days.

There is not much we can do about it,only project butterflies on ugh things.

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