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Dawn's death breaks free of its chrysalis

Bathing a green mother with wet wings

Drops of starry bits caught on silk fine antennae

Sparking creature...



And she,

She wakes

Luminescent globes

Filling with the early morn heat

Drying the dew soaked wings

And they,

They grow stretching out

Flexing, spanning

Colors dappled like the sun's death



And then,

Then twilight spills on golden marble

Brilliant wings drying up

Crumbling into milky bits

Sprinkled across a darkening sky



5/10/01; 2:00pm