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Metamorphosis
It's sunlight charging stormdrops into prisms.
It takes ounces of breath to thrust into glass.
A feather's silence from love-flocked rhythms.
Good alchemists do not brew gold for brass.
One man's patience can mountain to shillings
as dawns have shallowed the inky deep.
Some curses can tame into softer blessings,
we surrendered ceruse so our faces could keep.
As vanity behexed beauty into beast,
as myth as to call upon shards back to mirror,
as hubris warped the drifter's north to east
and all his desert fears, clearer.
To memorize by morn a flying existence,
the moon sings a dream, the squirmer listens.
Each seventh-years' doing your body underwent,
how is the heart any different?
© Mav P.
It takes ounces of breath to thrust into glass.
A feather's silence from love-flocked rhythms.
Good alchemists do not brew gold for brass.
One man's patience can mountain to shillings
as dawns have shallowed the inky deep.
Some curses can tame into softer blessings,
we surrendered ceruse so our faces could keep.
As vanity behexed beauty into beast,
as myth as to call upon shards back to mirror,
as hubris warped the drifter's north to east
and all his desert fears, clearer.
To memorize by morn a flying existence,
the moon sings a dream, the squirmer listens.
Each seventh-years' doing your body underwent,
how is the heart any different?
© Mav P.
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