Green ivy cuddles a grey pillar
A monolith reaching to the clouds
Cold concrete weathered by the winds of time
A butterfly lands on a vine grasping the column

A beat of a wing and off it goes
Pushed along by greater atmospheric forces
It flaps as a part of something bigger
Ultimately accepting unison

A man falls from atop the pillar
Fallen, he eats the dirt
He shits the dirt
He vomits the dirt

Laying there restless
He is paralysed
A brown haired woman lends a hand
Her glasses and nose ring etched in his mind