Chrysalis
dark not entirely obsidian behind your eyes,splendid sweat drenched in moonlight and stars,mellifluous chirping of crickets,forty-five degrees they position their wings,the vibration reaches your earsinterwoven with the resonance of drums,a divine lullabywhich pounds on your mystic heart,aching for His forgiveness sapphire clouds, aerial as youin a cocoon of flowing cloth,you turn and turn, one with all of…