A Gas Butterfly

Tell me what's happening to me? Why is my heart beating so fervently? why has this madness, like a wave, Broken through the rock of habit? Is it my strength or just my torment I'm too disturbed to tell: From the shimmering lines of life I extract a forgotten phrase... Is it a thief who turns his lantern Upon the crowd of dreary letters? I can't help reading the phrase, But haven't the strength to go back... It really had to flare up, But it only harries the darkness; All night, like a gas-flame butterfly It trembles, but cannot escape...