Caterpillars contemplation of mortality

 

An objectified piece of meat

Dangling from metaphorical hooks

Sometimes pride discarded
when one takes a ride


Rubs enough lotion on skin

A moth might emerge
monarch in disguise

Fool
days gone by

If eyes can not render
It doesn't exist, remember


Mind the gap between delusional
intrusive false memories

If an escape vector can be projected
onto a goat
Then why not eye

This chill overcomes
encased inside this dark cocoon
Metamorphosis or not
this is the exciting part