Cocoon Poem by Jamie Dewyer

this rain
like music without meter
cold and almost ice
but not yet
just enough heat is left
in the loose atmosphere
to keep forms of matter
from changing

unlike me
heat cannot stop this metamorphosis
this slow cocoon of age
from growing all around me

time passes faster with the windows shut
she gets to see the sun
i grow longer teeth
and weep
500 years are gone
a blink
a moment

she lives beneath the trees and clouds
i sit here under stone and boughs of trees to thick to dream
of letting in the sun

my pale skin is ancient
and
my veins are made
of dust

my yellow eyes
are bright
and wise
but seen too many wars
too many famines
too many plagues
too much suffering

this rain
is music down the drain
another waste of pain
you keep this monster sane