Tristan Robert Lange
Cats on a Pillar
Cumulus siprit smoke speaks
And it will be heard.
Puff clouds and wisps
On the painter’s canvas.
Trees dancing in the wild breeze.
The soul’s at ease.
We’re butter.
Flies show us the truth.
We long for beauty
When all it brings:
Death.
Fuck the cocoon.
Reverse metamorphosis.
Celebration of the caterpillar.
We are all cats
On a
Pillar.
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