Worm Soup
Glorious,
DNA delectable,
molecules changing places,
neither wanderer nor wonder.
In a tepid, liquid dance,
remaking my lowly self—
creation in destruction.
Worm gravy,
liquid life recipe
in a transformation prison.
No going back—aiming higher.
Breaking free—the final push,
bursting my chrysalis crucible.
Perched wet,
perched dry,
hallowed in flight.
