Jade Kleiner
DURING THE CHRYSALIS
My consciousness is going,
my twelve eyes feelers and
many-toed feet my stomach
abdomen to thorax head spiracles
cells thoughts hope mind
all are going,
the scrunching gurgling crunching
as my self meets goo,
the wasting and the pasting,
the churning of exoskeleton
and my mush mushing into mush,
my brain sloshing with my feet,
my feet frothing against a new shell,
all boundaries smoothed and forgotten:
this chrysalis is just
the cost of wings.
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