Existential Poetry

Immensity in the Growth of New Things

A Deeply Complex Overstimulated Universe, and a Deeply Vast Self

Andrea Lawrence
Poetry Wormhole
Published in
2 min readNov 23, 2024

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An abstract painting of many colors. | Picture source: Anni Roenkae, Pexels
An abstract painting of many colors. | Picture source: Anni Roenkae, Pexels

Metamorphosis, kindly seeking
bright new shades.

Spreading out her wings, silk
and crystal and glass.

Chrysalis of the soul, wrapped in blue
and red and gold.

Shapeshifting as time rotates fast,
its magma, sooted earth all spreading.

Flittering ashes in the air, as clouds
roll back as a scroll.

The clap of thunder unites us all;
the strike of lightning divides in two.

Colors reign in a tesseract, follow
the colors of the tessellated cat,
dancing wild with Alice
and her ruby red stallion.

Everyone will flirt with the Looking
Glass, give it time, what Queens,
caterpillars, and rabbits will we see?

Floating through the ethereal scape,
counting angel wings as I parachute
past clouds, the wind my prince.

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Andrea Lawrence
Andrea Lawrence

Written by Andrea Lawrence

Poet, creative writer, loves a bit of satire, food and wine journalist, relationship writer, interior design maven, Midwestern background.

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