Proximity

There are things that fit together
There existence is for each other
When they are together
Things jell
Things that are
Provide design
Intention provides cosmic clarity

The meld transcends separateness
Component parts are not interchangeable
Once they have become something else
Their morph is metamorphosis
They cannot be changed to something else
Oh I suppose you could clever them apart
But you can't take their magic of original synthesis

But I am saddened and not
That endless reconstitution diminishes
Original constitution
It's just that the butterfly and flower

Were once a design of perfection
But I wasn't there in the beginning
I wish that I was