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part 2: cocoon
my body struggles between beings:
the caterpillar I was and who I might be.
will answering caterpillar questions
tell me what this puzzle means?
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.
I feel a rage for loss of sunny meadow’s daze,
taste of food upon my feet, sense of danger
and delight, whirring of wings in the wind.
where did they go?
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.
my caterpillar memory fades
into shades of bright colors that graft
onto my scales of skin, membranes of wings.
how is this so?
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.