A cocoon left on a table special made new born cots and spinal correction beds. Weightless sinking into fire the corpse left beneath a bridge in late winter. I stand expectant as the military sky thunders all and quaking.
One wing strums and then another. Transparent and web formed glistening wet halogens. Struggling like a larvae
Waking.
Waking found a man not sure were it dreamt of being a butterfly? Were it now a butterfly dreaming of a man?
One wing strums and then another. Transparent and web formed glistening wet halogens. Struggling like a larvae
Waking.
Waking found a man not sure were it dreamt of being a butterfly? Were it now a butterfly dreaming of a man?
