Butterfly craving for the nectar,
Sweet specter,
Glinting chitin in the naked light,
Kindly blithe,
Noting all the colors, all the air,
A transmutation,
Brimming in its new life,
The thin wife of
Honey so shine;
All the souls know what is divine.

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