chrysalis-part I

during what went before
when the moon was new
and words were pictures
i was born forlorn
i sucked in the sifted air
and i cried to the deities

the pharoahs of my spirit
guided my tender feet
to the lazy desert
i soaked in the rays
of the enduring heavens
chained to the pyramids

a cloud formed
a suspicious respite
loud clapping in my ear
i drank the steadfast fall
escape to rapture
the sun rivaled as holy