On a March-frost night when
A comet nobody has ever seen before
Will change the skies, alter science;
After the horizon wide
A little to the left of the moon
And just above the hills
There’s a story nobody’s ever heard
In which a star turns into an urchin.
“Who are you?”
The caterpillar asked … and
Alice made another mistake –
Thinking she was being questioned –
When in fact the creature
Was talking to itselves
(All the ones it had already been,
The final one it was yet to be).
Because maybe what you are
Used to seeing in the mirror
Is not your true form.
There are un-numbered swarms
Of shock-to-the system forms
Behind the familiar mask …
If you but dared to ask the
Dared to remind your self how wantonly,
Disrespectfully you took so very,
Very much for granted;
Dared to remember
All that you have lost.
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