Pynopse of devinity

Poetry is a gesture of humiliation

set forth in thought

and released through exploding ink

an art form of the living

To ease our existence 

that in which we crave near death

our breath may not outlast the ink

but a laugh will make you wonder

why death even came in the first place

and life begins again anew

some far off place

where the butterfly flapped it's wing

and i heard the whisper 

"hell isn't that bad of a time.

ACTUALLY IT'S QUITE DEVINE."