One day all we’ve gone and done
will be weighed up by forty-two
green caterpillars who’ll become
forty-one orange fritillaries
who became eighteen
individual fragrances
who sit on the thrones
of their gods in animal forms
judging if we took up
whatever they gave us
continuing the work
they started or would we
really have to undergo
the punishment of another
great and primordial soul.
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