Once there was a butterfly
That dreamt it was a man
Dreaming he was a butterfly.
The man awoke in a daze.
In front of him was a butterfly curling into itself
Turning into a chrysalis from which emerged a caterpillar
Straining upwards with the memory of the butterfly.
The butterfly awoke from the dream, with a heavy heart
And stared at the man asleep, dreaming the memory of the butterfly…
