A long time grounded
Addicted to this dumpster realm
Consuming trash until filled beyond my satiety
Consumed as well by that consumption
Consumed unto my death
And beyond
What happened next?
How do I know?
Consciousness deserted
Awareness departed
Decayed, my grossness decomposed
Yet I was there, remaining
Within and waiting
To be born, all shiny-new
Into a wide sky, vivid blue
My purpose now no more my solitary pleasure
My mission to transport others in their leisure
crispina kemp 
I would think a resurrection to duty should be a glorious event! That is unless this plane is like me- and not especially fond of humans…… hehehe
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I was imagining the plane as a butterfly
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Ah, see I was more literal in my interpretation of your verse.
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Your response still works
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Oh what an idea Crispina. Love it.
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Thank you, Sadje. Metamorphosis
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You’re welcome dear friend
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🙏💖💖💖
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🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
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Wowww, this is fabulous!
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Thank you. It fermented in my mind for several days before spilling out
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Yes, that’s how it happens sometimes.
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Inspiration calls today but if you’re not open, it goes away
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That can happen, but I try to make notes for myself if not able to stop and write, right away.
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Always pen and notebook at the ready!
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Absolutely.
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Years of writing imposes its own discipline
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Yes, it rather does.
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As I just remarked to someone, years of self-editing has left me keen-eyed for typos. Alas, my fingers want to win races!
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Mine too–it’s ridiculous, haha!
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Yet it is good to see those years have had some effect, we haven’t just been paddling around in circles
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True enough!
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Love it, Crispina. Metamorphosis is such a magical thing 💖
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I just imagined the plane as a butterfly. But that was only on the material ‘plane’. I also imagined it as a soul
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Well done Crispina!!!
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Thank you, Frank 🙏🥰🥰🥰
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