DRAGONFLY
There is silence in this sacred place
Inner solace for the metamorphosis
The changing forces of reaction to the action of reaction
The ghost of a mantra hums gently on the wind
Do not be fooled by my appearance
The glass bottle that entombs my dying self
Is not the moth that appears on the front!
You have to look past yourself to see within
It is not the transparent that encases me
Nor the well weaved womb of life and death
Unlike the stillborn child that lives like the phoenix
Eyes will not see what I will become
They have mingled my air with subtle poisons
Infected my mind with their self perfections
I am a monster they cannot appease
The mirror of a generation that reflects themselves
My completion is inevitable
Purpose will be mine
And freedom in the confines
Of this dragon heart
Till then silence will have its reign
Solitude will enter its final hour
Sacrilege will be for the blessed
And tears for those in pain
D.W
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