A face masked in blue,
and partitioned by the shadows of
on hands and knees atop the crust of
warm breath was spewed into the
there to mingle with the moon,
full and reflective and stern-
tears descended like lost raindrops
and burrowed into the snow-
all the caterpillar wants is
the warmth of comfort,
and the peace of certainty and
it is there, wrapped tightly beneath
unfurled wings*

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