And on the subject of the last post (somewhat) here's an odd little poem from the wonderful Emily Dickinson and a certainly very beautiful but ethically questionable painting/collage from Damian Hirst.
M
Y cocoon tightens, colours tease,
I ’m feeling for the air;
Degrades the dress I wear.
A power of butterfly must be
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
So I must baffle at the hint
And cipher at the sign,
And make much blunder, if at last
I take the clew divine.
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