Chrysalis

and so I drowned in days of sleep,
but bliss came after that:
I in your arms, you in mine --
I said to the sun do not speak and betray
the shortcomings of your mind,
for you are too beautiful to touch,
here, as if born from some Vienna Genesis,
to see you and burning babies
in our hollow prison cell
we asked, we asked, dancing
madly in the sky, drops of rainbow
glittering by our sides
what is our purpose?
oh, to shed the chrysalis

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