It’s a machine;
The cogs turn as the lever arcs,
The baby pushes the button–
And the caterpillar turns into a cocoon.
The lights of the machine are blazing,
The lever bows a little further,
The girl pushes the button–
And the cocoon turns into a butterfly.
The machine works at a feverish pace,
The lever is about to break,
The woman pushes the button–
And the butterfly lays her eggs.
The machine explodes into a supernova,
The cogs and the lever give up,
The baboon pushes the button–
And the eggs decide to turn into crows.
Inspired by one of my journal entries where I wrote that the world lives in a trance, between the logical and the illogical.
The logical and the illogical mate to produce patterns which are regular, but which also aren’t rigid and change constantly.
Here, I develop a pattern and then destroy it.