Shrugged off flesh, like a snake
shredding its skin
Ground below me slurping my spirit
discarding weary bones
Bubbling tap water, ringing door bell
coerce an uneasy disequilibrium
Body metamorphosed into a cocoon,
sprouting wings emerging from behind
Symbiotic, with essence of Nature
I murmur fly high, fly, fly
In no time you will be cocoon again
Live through the pain again.
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