fragments of blank paper nothing
but cobwebs to you my dainty being
even when smeared with printed thoughts
can you weave them to a story?

i lost some parts of me when i found
and plucked you a thornless rosebud

and listening from what you have left unsaid
our communion was a mistake sanctified!

let this delicate secret settle and die

calmly to its terrestrial repose then I

to the next eternity will bravely seek
to forgive myself including yourself. 

very soon i will be free enough
for these fast growing wings to flap
and fly me to a higher interlude
of space and time: the flesh is made Word!

"Metamorphosis" expresses  a transition between two eternities:  from man's terrestrial tenure as the alpha to his final celestial abode as the omega.  The poem likewise impresses a translation of the mortal, physical and superficial in contrast to the eternal, ethereal and supernatural.  Ultimately, the poem elevates man's mortality (the flesh) to a higher level of  being, to divinity (the Word).