Remains Of Me

Little bird with remains of me
Ingesting  my innards but who cares anyway
Lets sleep this day
Plant me as you were
I shall lay here
As the sparks fly and I flow
Humming to myself the serenity of it all
For who I don’t know and I shall not care
I travel in circles diminishing with the hilarity of it all  
The reflection is not me
But an livid butterfly that cant be free
With disheveled wings that beat on one another
A carcass made of  dust
Use them make a nest
A comfortable place for you and me
With what ever residue you may  need  
Just allow me some rest