We Are All Caterpillars, Ch 2

We are all caterpillars
Though dying
we are nowhere near dead.
A corpse sprouts new life on the forest floor
not so much undying as unliving.

It takes an eternity.
A beetle polishes off the bones
after the ants, maggots and intestinal flora.
Our best build an agglutination of debris, donations and larceny.

There has been time for education. 

Burning down a tiny candle

for a litany of fact

Transmitting a ring side view.

Staying out the time at the speed of light

Massive as a moon

Wide as a galaxy

Fragile as a dragonfly's wing
Touching in the distance.

Don kisses in the Cyrillian.  Anna recounts her visions to the audience.   Pagans and conspiracy theorists abound.