Chrysalis
Fury of chrysalis, or crepuscular caterpillar's roosting nest, Fidgeting cocoon dry in annoyance and the reptile caress Of empty sound. See it near the trestle, Above broad November leaves, Before winter's closing eye. Comatose pupa, infringing In dormancy well primed, And charged with action Its focus, brittle reality, Distant life unaware around even itself. Waiting, the syringe filled ecstasy is Barest of autistic treasure Satiate, 'til spilled and Molten over toughened silken hide, The outer dormitory Hustles to rejoin Compost spring Controlling a tidy, energy world.
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