Caught alone in the clear vacuum
of the darkness pricked
by the thorn of moonless night,
I submersed into the flashes
of light that transcends from
the stars falling beyond the sky.
My journey conceals new dimension.
I stalked away
aching to explore and understand
my soul I discerned
in deep breathes of the larva
of the dainty cocoon of the light.
From cocoon I spun silk yarns,
woven the clothe and
tailored the satiny fashion
in harmony to my conceit
of appalling humanity I adored.
(wove the shawl to new fashion,
wrap my conceit
of appalling humanity I adored)
Utterly oblivious of the larva
like a split hair’s breadth,
it comes off the cocoon, lifeless.
The true soul of my own existence
in the messy emptiness
of shimmering iridescent glass.
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