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.