Surround yourself with homespun silk,
swathed in delicate tracery that anchors you
tenaciously in the high twigs, a willing
pupal captive, dying to imago.
Bound and determined, liquefy:
deconstruct into light and air and dew
and time until ready to slip the closet
gauze, unfurl the proud new length of wings
in the sun, come out reborn,
and color the world with flight.