time of caterpillar life
crawling crubbing along eating
our way through time is ending
soon must come prepare preparation
pupa cocoon soon must come
all flesh matter turned completely
into liquid nothing life
or past life shape colours
all washed away before miracle
birth butterfly born moments
transformation rapture time
fragile new life dripping
time bursts open living
with wet wings
to dry in the sun
breeze wind soft
before we butterfly fly
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