Transmography
Worming through the tantalizing jungle
nearly catatonically sated
with bitter antonym of nourishment,
my choice is to withdraw reclusively.
Time’s suspended …
dreams elsewhere,
until,
under glassine membrane occurs
a veiled but stirring transformation.
Soon opened,
this envelope reveals
the full-fledged figure
that’s fluttered proudly
in the warm light of day.
Then swiftly flying,
joyously, to the glittering bank,
I sip the nectar of the gods
as a newly emerged writer.
Copyright © James Ph. Kotsybar | Year Posted 2011
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