~~~ I ~~~


I open my eyes
and the silky film
of my chrysalis
imbue my view
with a subtle milky hue.

I am enraptured
by the softness
of my surroundings
delighting my soul
in such an infant newborn's
first glimpse of shapes
and sounds.

this.

this ambient newness,
I implore high heavens
for such a scene,
to evoke profound
innocence
in my otherwise
morose cynical
way of living.

a butterfly
no longer
delayed of
her metamorphosis.



~~~ II ~~~


My feet would
always dangle
heavy against
every lethargic impulse
I set my mind to,
the urgency to run
but find myself
quicksanding upon
my...