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I: A scientist is someone who endlessly studies the facts, the "why" and "how".
II: An artist is someone who translates their world for others to experience.
III: Both often experience infinite curiosity.
IV: Sometimes one is both a scientist and an artist.
V: Forever searching out the "why"s, and blending their mind to create something others will understand.
VI: Most just want to be seen and understood, as this artist does.
VII: Enter the world and mind of a transmasc nonhuman living in a human body.
VIII: Please understand that all found herein is subject to interpretation.
IX: May your world be the richer for peering through these strange and intense glasses.
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Chrysalis



Somehow, out of nothing,
a caterpillar makes his chrysalis.
Softest blue-green,
like translucent jade,
or still, deep waters.
Rimmed with golden dots,
sparkling and twinkling in the light,
a sweet beautiful jewel of promise.
A sweet beautiful jewel of death
with the promise of a life unthought of.
How do they do it?
Make this chrysalis, die,
and yet come back to life?
Who knows? Not I.
The butterfly emerges,
well-named monarch.
A glowing, living, orange
traced with velvet black.
A flying, dancing bit
of living stained glass.
Like an old cathedral window
left it’s perch and flew
into the deepest blue forever skies.
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