Blueprint
by Sam M. Phillips

I need this deadly slumber mess
To finally put me to rest,
The less I know
The more I grow,
Cocoon forms slow,
Glow of energy as I burn
Off excess fat and turn
My spindle,
To create a bundle
Of fibres in which
I stitch myself up,
Sew myself shut
And go inside,
Rollercoaster ride
Of body and mind,
Unique kind
Of transformation,
Demonstration of the blueprint,
Sprint of gene,
Obscene mutation,
Demarcation between forms blurred,
Furred caterpillar,
Become pillar
Of excellence,
The radiance
Of butterfly wings,
The colour sings
A tune,
Too soon
It’s all over,
Butterfly leaves
In search of flower,
Power of reproduction,
Reduction of life into
Inter-connective tissue
Issue a pattern,
Light the lantern,
Phantom players,
Even the slayers
Important,
No detriment
To take your part
In the start
And transformation
Of breath,
No death,
Just change,
Watch the DNA arrange
All the pieces,
Even if
Some part ceases,
It doesn’t really end,
They just send,
The parts elsewhere,
So have no care
Where you go,
That’s just your ego
Wanting to know
How to grow
In the best way possible,
But we’re only partly responsible,
Because we contain trillions of cells,
And in each one dwells
A massive civilisation,
Complicated creation,
Operating on some intelligence
Beyond the excellence
Of the ego mind,
We can’t claim this kind
Of operation as our own genius,
It comes from some other stimulus
Deep within the code of us.

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