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 . . . . . . . . . . . . . |