Frozen in a burnt copper substrate, surrounded
With whorls and tides of a creature’s past, a steadfast
Dragonfly pivots. Rotating effortlessly and blessing
Those that consecrate its purpose, the splotches of its immediate
Matrix cannot avert its movement in perpetuity. Ephemeral encounters
Have no place: only permanent explorations. Defined by edges,
Sharp in places, while lightly smoothed in others,
The Golden-saffron-striped wings rove about the self-contained system,
Creating the perception of flight.
