THE INSECT DEITY II
i further my
campaigns of exploration
and i
penetrate the wall of nature;
i travel the
routes of the marching ants
until i
reach
the temple of
the insect deity
where the
clusters of moth and cicada
on the
walls of stone
give off
an eerie stench of life
and where
the great caterpillar failed in its ascent to excellence
and became
instead
one of
those cursed butterflies
that comes
to die defeatedly in the belly of a nihilist romantic;
well...
a long time
ago
maybe
mayyyybe
those frail
wings fluttered spastically
in the pangs
of exhilirated regeneration
but they
soon burnt off
from the
heat of the devils' sun
and now the
butterfly lies
dead and
rotting
in the
bellies
of the
young and copulating couple
trampled
by the sacred soles
of
chinnamasta, the beautiful, the terrifying, the murderous.
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