I just knocked this out on Twitter. I have rearranged the order of the lines. I felt that the last line needed to be separated, like a turn in an Italian sonnet.
Piano fingers waltz in a daze,
Water lilies float, drowned butterflies.
My Armature is a humorous exoskeleton
To get me through the day.
Wear a beret or become a Sufi?
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