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Iguazu

The compound eye.
Looks at me from every angle,
directly into my soul.
Our minds are one,
connected across the space between us.
 
I turn the butterfly around on my hand
And the black hole,
the focal point of its gaze,
unafraid, innocent trusting unquestioningly,
goes deep to a receptor in its brain,
all knowing, all seeing moments of tranquillity
are there between it and I.
 
The same shared universe.
The proboscis licks the salt from my hands.
I have something it needs.
The wings are closed,
The thighs steady against the underside of them.
It gives me knowledge through experience,
And this is what the fathers of modern science saw,
The jungle biologists.

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