The Ace of… Butterfly, Moth and Caterpillar

A story begins when a door opens,

or closes,

and yet,

it is always ajar.

A jar,

leaking jam in and out,

back and forth,

the,

sticky,

substance,

of

stories.

Which butterflies rather like.

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Butterfly Ace card

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“Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable.”

― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

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What a preposterous Lepidopterist!

hissed the wings of the butterfly,

as it fluttered by,

my doors of perception.

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Moth Ace card

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“I found myself all at once on the brink of panic. This, I suddenly felt, was going too far. Too far, even though the going was into intenser beauty, deeper significance.

Anything rather than the burning brightness of unmitigated Reality—anything!”

― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

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The moth was a note,

of warning,

– Mothra in the pantry –

it had wandered in,

as moths do,

scared a human,

as moths do,

flapping about head,

as moths do,

then hidden,

as moths do,

to create even greater fear.

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Caterpillar Ace card

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“So in a certain sense disintegration may have its advantages. But of course it’s dangerous, horribly dangerous. Suppose you couldn’t get back, out of the chaos.”

― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

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The caterpillar moved with speed,

hurry, hurry,

no time to worry,

to concoct a reason,

to stay as is,

rushing, rushing,

heading to a final destination,

the end of its world was nigh,

harry, harry,

don’t tarry,

the grand palaver,

of metapmorphing awaits.

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Stories for L is for Lepidopterology

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BUTTERFLY