Emergent (last cocoon of a species)

Was empty the timeless wakening

too much mist for stars to align

no ceasing no beginning

picking up threads and dropping them

along the way to nowhere

a shuffling through dust and seed.

Straightening out a nonlinear barrage

emotions mislabeled tucked away

like wings or socks but it’s growing late.

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