Cocoon Sleeves
by Me(Whatomic)
Sleeves flapping in an untraceable wind
left all to themselves
They start to feel emotion.
Almost like a butterfly's wings
in order to not be influenced
they attempt to fly before the cocoon.
And the things they've lost....
the narwhal left upon the sand
Rots despite size
The proclamation of self-doubt
hits itself on the edges
overflowing, pouring
Till the end of all time,
a tree's life; only
a glimpse of plaid.
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