The Metamorphosis Poem by Nathan Coppedge

(1)

Wouldn't that be nice? A new ornamental X, a new filligree Y…

It leads to ideas about life…

It might lead one to think great things…

It might lead one to lead a new life…

(2)

One has a certain degree of tolerance. Then one notices…

There is an ancient problem. An archaic bug.

The bug, although it is old, has enmeshed itself in everything.

Now one requires a critical attitude. Everything outside the self is corrupt.

(3)

There is a remaining problem. One thing doesn't work.

One conducts some kind of process on the thing.

Some kind of energized occurrence happens. 'Lightning comes down.'

Suddenly you are trespassing on God.