It was the back of a leaf I was suspended on.
Day after day.
A projected dart in undistinguished pile,
On the primordial source of chewable vitality.
Verdant sap gurgling.
Polished with ivory and sprayed as doppelganger,
All it took to denote my bona fide core of unicity
Was grasping celerity.
I hatched first, and driven by a code intercepted from
Deceitful birds whose eggs redo those from foreign nests,
I feasted on the obedient frond
As an omnivorous, prying baby.
A burst ~instant of anchored sparkle
As of unconscious yet loyal
In their self-destructive nature fireworks~
And I found myself a stubby, ugly creature.
Wisp of hairy repugnance. A complete facile prey.
No tint of gold, no roundness, no smooth implication.
Only utter hunger, a sort of black hole born
Within; voracious and eager to engorge
More and more sources of fuels and manuring.
It grew and grew,
Week after week shedding its skins as copra,
Crawling on sinuous branches
And stems, knowing nothing but grubbing.
Then, possessed by an intimate vernacular,
It slumped on a shrub in tandem with the winter,
And sprouted its own harbour of stupor.
Solicitous shroud. The crusty chrysalis.
Seasons passed by, year after year, and deep shut
In its enclave of concealed privacy
The grotesque harpy,
Shoved once solely by ravenousness,
Began its capitulation to a transfiguring sentience.
From its depths unfolded wings,
And nuances pulverized their membranous essence
With angelic splendour.
At last, I jagged its constraint and flew into existence.
I am an effusive butterfly, with the momentous quest
To live my few days’ life breathing only
Inculcated itinerary of love story
And perpetual facsimile.
The tremor of my antennae is a disguised signal,
Chaplet of waves constructed with tumult
And suave giddiness.
The magical hoops of dust I leave in gracious flutters
Behind, scattered on chaste or cunning corollas,
Omens of blaze.
Shreds of diaphanous heart for the one
Whose frame spells perfect impetus to me: soulmate.
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