No one outside sees inside
the Pupae
Serene on the outside but internally
ecstatic discomfort
Amphibian dreams, the dreaming of plants,
of fungi,
The world at large of Kaleidoscopic patterns
and sacred geometries
Four billion years of evolution exalted
in new being
Frail, transparent wings still wet and new
still folded shut
The Moth head bowed introspectively
wings drying
Finally unfolding of the self body fully
wakens the soul's purpose
The moth takes flight under the full
Scorpio full moon
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