By AJ Caldeira

Dreamer, slumber
in your cocoon,
awaken not
for the call of

men. They do not hold
worlds’ time in hand.
They do not hold

you like your home.
They could never see
your false body, lacking

Metamorphosis.

They observe only
that spec
of memory of

muscle, sinew, organ.
Soul is so much
more than such

fragile continuities.


 

AJ is a student of poetry, philosophy, religion, and physics