Caught alone in the clear vacuum

of the darkness pricked

by the thorn of moonless night,

I submersed into the flashes

of light that transcends from

the stars falling beyond the sky.


My journey conceals new dimension.

I stalked away

aching to explore and understand

my soul I discerned

in deep breathes of the larva

of the dainty cocoon of the light.


From cocoon I spun silk yarns,

woven the clothe and

tailored the satiny fashion 

in harmony to my conceit 

of appalling humanity I adored.

(wove the shawl to new fashion,

wrap my conceit 

of appalling humanity I adored)


Utterly oblivious of the larva

like a split hair’s breadth,

it comes off the cocoon, lifeless.



The true soul of my own existence


in the messy emptiness

of shimmering iridescent glass.