i see a butterfly in the grass by the swamp and approach slowly and touch. i think cold makes sleep. the movement on my hand is only the wind, yet still the butterfly seems to be holding on. note the shrunken body, head with wings. another butterfly comes by and i hold out my butterfly. maybe this butterfly can wake mine up. my mind dull today, drawing in. soporific butterfly mind. i put the butterfly on an indrawn wild carrot flower, wings vibrating.