A Correlation Between Frost's "My Butterfly" And "Butterfly Dream" From Zhuang Zhoa: Simulation Theory Of Life And Death Poem by Scott J. Shepard

Was pale by comparison,
or was it Taoism, another thing
that showed patterns of what
Frost had felt when picked for beauty.

Or was it Zhoa who grew his wings,
a butterfly who couldn't compare,
but only in a dream?

Maybe their one in the same, ,
a cosmic shift which rearranges among
that of empathy so we can feel
matters amidst in life then remember
in dreams which only please.

Dare these happenings evolve a multiverse?
Orchestrate and map the mind.
Extend and diffuse or unfold the universe.

Could this simulation, only thesis,
or unity of two minds; be like
flowers for a bunch or a flock of birds,
all known to long the air?

Maybe it is that we are one,
gathered along in dreams which reflect
all that we exhaust. Or align us in selfless
reason, life and that of loss.