Blueprint - Butterflies

You are a butterfly, carbon fibre

Butterfly

You, yes you. No lie
To say your wingbeat

May cause hurricanes

In the course of flight

Resonate and amplify

Sweep flat all built overnight.

Butterflies.

You are a rock in the river

The current altered by your mass

We are all rocks in the river

Together shape its flow and course.

See this vast chamber

Roofed by satellites

Your cry will echo in this great hall

Of linked marionettes

That dance in chaos

Each leg pulling on another leg

Nodding and then wagging heads

The ripples in the current spread

The questioned begged
Who tugged the first, starting string?

Why some butterfly's, passing wing.

Know this truth
That rises from our enacted scripture

The god, Market, hears you when you pray
When you perform plastic rituals

It is moved.

The spiders high in the rafters of the web

They see you. Your every move

Moves them.

Tell them of the change you are

Tell them what your heart declaims

You, a carbon fibre butterfly

Your wingbeat causes hurricanes.