a caterpillar's
,
a butterfly's
most sublime moment
is when it's neither,
when in the chrysalis cathedral
dissolves
into the primordial waters
of Maria
and knows fully it's hollow
( )
( )
The butter-pillar from where the sun God
( ) Eyes ( )
its dissolution
and the bliss of its gaze
is the shape of the butterfly,
seal of the light through sight,
ray of joy that wings breeze
Love poetry that uses formatting as a supplement rather than a crutch!
The in-between where anything is possible. 🖤🖤