What if I turned into you one day

Psychedelic Kafka,

A thousand unseeing eyes for

a month—a lifetime’s saga.

Hovering wings, a hundred times

a second to beat

All to keep in the same place,

Red Queen’s race to repeat.

Resting to feed,

Stinging forbidden fruit

Living red nectar runs

Your will to life lies truth.

Caressing fleecy leaf,

A magic carpet in the wind

Giant world out there

All aboard friend or fiend.

Will you mount on my pin-board

I ask politely?

Labelled for all

to see your beauty.