DANIEL J. SHEEHAN
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El Morpho 
3.6.13

All I Am
5.12.11

Emptying
11.24.10

A beautiful blue,
That the world can see,
When he graces their sights,
On a light-hearted breeze,

Flapping his wings,
To an unsung song,
He will appear to be happy,
But this is inherently wrong.

To alight upon a person,
Brings the greatest of joy, 
To his simple desires,
Of gestures to employ.

The wings of the Morpho,
Are open to all,
However when injured,
Will cause him to fall,

So his wings will lift,
To a color untrue,
And no one will see,
His enlightening blue.

A delicate creature,
With limited time,
Sets forth on a journey,
To conquer his rhyme.
All I am is a broken slinky,
Twisted and tortured and bent,
My errors exposed,
The whole world knows,
Just what caused my dent.

But this broken spring has spirit,
In every busted coil,
It may not be,
Plain to see,
But it wears with pride, its toil.

Maybe no slinky is perfect,
But at least you know it works,
And in that find,
Lies beauty blind,
Despite its many quirks.

One day, in this very room
There will be a lonesome desolation
As they remove the pictures from the walls
And the curtains from the windows
Its fixtures will steadily empty
I will have long since been gone

One day, rapt in this treasured place
Someone else will reside
And look to freshly painted ceilings
Marveling what is hidden beneath concealed coats
As the fan whirs, and the floor whines
They will see this place in a new light
Family will have long since been gone

One day, looking out upon this sanctifying street
A once cherished home will be broken
And in its place – a forebodingly bleaker building
Gone are the memories
Lost with those that have moved away
And deserted is the dwelling
Vulnerably allowed to become insignificant
Others will have long since been departed

One day, in this sinister hour
The wallpaper of the once beloved room
That has witnessed more than it could enlighten
Becomes scattered across endless terrains
The love that blissfully existed –
Hidden amidst the outcomes of progress
We will have long since been gone

One day, our glorious existence will end
As the earth halts in its position
As the sun takes in its last breath
As we are judged – both living and dead
All will have long since been risen

And the world will start again

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