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   petals   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    pastures   of   lavender
















upon    a    bush    of     Infinite    Design





















an   April   Wind   gusting   across  my   Wings

























unable    to    fly    yet    in    my    mind    Flying























pirouetting    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 



















milkweed    White     and    Velvet    Black   

















i     did      extend     within     the     morning      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  .  .  .  . 













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