chrysalis tender_square buttermilk silk tears from the front door’s head jamb. seven days of slumber interrupted. twelve stemmata unlock to light, and true feet crawl towards an inconspicuous site. you cannot give birth to flight until you melt these tissues into wings. 220823 ... insouciant [this reminds me of my lifelong fantasy to have wings capable of flight] 220824 what's it to you? who go blather from