| Chrysalis |
| Alone, I wait, alone in prison bound How came I to be here I do not know So deep entombed I cannot hear a sound So long entombed beneath the silent snow. O where the sun? o where the warming glow? Memory of light seems but a children's tale Memory of darkness binds to all I know: I shout, I scream, voiceless, to no avail. Alone, I reach out, touch this cushioned jail: Memory of touch, memory of kindness mocks This wakeful dreaming of a distant grail � A distant key? I myself am the lock! Wings once chill with damp, enshrivelled with cold A thousand shattered spectrums now enfold. |
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