Metamorphosis

This enormous metamorphosis
which dances on a thread
caught shards of light’s small emphasis
in the pace of my bracing stead.

It crept into my heavy bed
in the dawning of the night
and rattled in my steady head
‘til my reason took to flight.
It threw my centre, altered my tread
toward new fabric in the daylight;
enveloped my logic’s brightened spread
thus blinding my past’s last sight! –
like books trapped in the shadow’s might:
forever darkened and unread..