Over Rest

I'm not over rest
I'm just over-rested
Just over-arrested
Over being arrested
Diagnostic questions
I could die any second
Please go ask your reverend

Zoom-out: we see God staring
– through a microscope –
at the visage of a dying man
atop the wings of a blue butterfly,
dancing neatly in place
as if on the head of a pin.



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Hawthorn, Mark Salstrand
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