Circle the Square. Now you have the Sun
around the Earth. Residents in our own
fingerprints, we wander through the mazes
forever stamped on digits. Dip them, all ten,
in ink. Stamp another’s cranium;
Hyphenated humans.
The Journey is from one single point to another.
Follow the dots. One. Two. Three
paths now become apparent, moving equidistant from the other two.
Differentiating strange hallways and enigmatic chambers
The first instar is very small. It’s only job is to feed.
Eat the eggshells first.
The second instar’s head capsule has already separated from the body.
It’s second layer grows the larger,
Tougher, layer of skin that protrudes from beneath the old.
Molting.
This is done three times.
Chrysalis contain imaginal discs that shift within the cocoon
trying to find where they fit,
Like a jigsaw puzzle while the chemicals
of the metamorphosis stage initiate
Disintegration.
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