Transform
And I am waiting for the ghost of that opaque veil,
called transformation.
one day it will soften into that rock
of dinosaur thoughts,
like mineral olivine as it marches
from feldspar to the finality of quartz,
melting that ancient pattern weary consciousness into the butterfly awakening
of a multidimensional man,
who can only soar
like the eagle.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2018
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