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  .  .  .  .  






















.   .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .