Wednesday, April 11, 2007

A Silent Alleluia

alone
underneath or behind
where the tendrils lift
and give shape
the young pillow
attached itself
and weaved from
its own body,
as if to give its
very best,
a tomb
made of silk,
where it
laid ever so still
until the chrysalis
hardened and where
the metamorphosis began
to unveil
the beauty of
a butterfly.

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