Pupa

Are we twice blessed, blooming iris

What’s left for one soul has imbibed

Sulking in dregs will reminisce

But make undone with steam, described

In light denim or nephrite jade

A pretentious wisp of gnosis

Only libertine if obeyed.

Sanity forming psychosis

Some current spasm like nectar

Stuck being in a streaming gaze,

Rendered congenital specters

To weigh infinity in days.

Waked though cocooning under where

Eurydice breaks down, moss and stone,

Staring feckless in the warm air

Your imaginal sphere alone.