Metamorphosis

Innocence of new birth Such a sacred thing. I could not recall its distant unreborn pleasures. Too worn away A mundane day after relentless smoothed-over passive day. I can only take my fading remainder measures. Between innocence and torn elder A midway ride tripping through sacred sighs and secular screams. I would seize such natural spirited treasures. Complexity of integrity Such a mundane past birth yet sacred future rebirth. I have not yet reached for daring resonant fissures. Innocence of reborn birth this grey stormed winter mourning reassures.