Metamorphosis

what wondrous things he sees
(as he begins to flee) from reality
(year to follow year)
one day after another

following close behind the dreams that fall
(like the molting scales of a butterfly’s cocoon)
the shell of a young man’s dreams does pale
(at every turn)

to reveal in turn a new skin
a new flesh
the body of a new man that does emerge
(in metamorphosis)

(From the FALL OF THE AGE OF REASON –
An Existential Journey of Fantasy and Discovery by V.Alarcón-Córdoba)

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