i was born today twixt melted Wings and ocelots Eyes within neon Seas which flowed from a translucent Cocoon now ruptured . . . I died today surrounded yet entirely alone left to the natural elements atop the pedals of this Flower the only home i would ever know the memories of my months and Years and even Centuries of existing as a leaf consuming Caterpillar erased from my memory Circuits within the glazed Absinthe Walls of my hidden Metamorphosis . . . I lived today atop lavender pastures upon a bush of Infinite Design a whispering April Wind gusting across my Wings unable to fly yet in my mind Flying wafting from flower to glorious Flower in a pageantry of Colour and Air , consigned to the Earth no more -- Yet consigned to this Fate was I to spend a lifetime and even an Eternity amidst the lavender , where the seconds are days where the minutes are months and where the Hours are sometimes decades . . . I spread my wings today those misshapen and ill - formed wings , the only Wings I would ever have , those concave tapestries of Regal Orange , eygptian cotton , and Velvetine Black , those Wings I did spread within the mourning April Air , and never being able to fly I flew and never being able to sink I soared and never being able to conquer Death I was reborn for today I am a butterfly . . . . . . . . . . . . . |