Metamorphosis

I’m reading a book
By a prophet of metamorphosis 
That sees change
As an agent of destruction,
A sundering of parallel,
Diametrically opposed worlds.

As prophets go
He is both brilliant
And insane.

That’s the age
In a nutshell.

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