The chrysalis twists and resists the strands of thread
Which make the prison Nature built for it.
In savage agony it tears the silk
That queens did sacrifice their sons to wear;
And cuts with slashing claw those filaments
Now obsolete to shield from summer storm.
Out now and into crystal universe!
As yearning elm unbends to face the sun
And golden spires of dawn invade the night,
So must I encompass all the light and seek
The freedom of the stars and smite the black
Which fogs my straining mind. And I will go
Out-straight and will beyond concentric circles fly.