Metamorphosis
One single dot
of seeding Earth
One thought
which brings another
And from the
underside of the written page
[EGG]
What was on it
hatches out
One worm, one
active creative idea
Which crawling
through, brings another with it
[CATERPILLAR]
What was there ties me up and ravells
And in my own
wormy thoughts
I spin my own
darkness
[CHRYSALIS]
I wrestle in the
strengthening dark
Given to form me
there, where I fight to turn
And of my own
dark I am born anew
[BUTTERFLY]
I am made a new
sharp threshing instrument
Having teeth; I
fly; I eat, I scatter
Old threads of
darkness to the four winds
[AIRBORNE]
I fuse with
Love; I lay my dots of Heaven
On the underside
of the written page
Where hid things
are
Baring secrets
waiting to be born
[REPRODUCTION]
I am fragile, I
fall to Earth
My wings were
made of light
My heart of deepest
destiny
That in death I
live
[DUST TO DUST]
I rise again, no
spot or dot
No wrinkled
thought-cases for wormy content
And mine by
grace, things which are not
To bring to nought
things that are
[ASHES TO ASHES]
Eight are left
me . . .
For of Love, eight
were given me . . .
[ LIFE! ]
