A Grand story..

I just recalled a poem by Emily Dickinson with a similar theme talkin about a cocooned butterfly. Yet, the conceptual understanding of her tightening is different:

My Cocoon tightens — Colors tease —
I’m feeling for the Air —
A dim capacity for Wings
Demeans the Dress I wear —

A power of Butterfly must be —
The Aptitude to fly
Meadows of Majesty implies
And easy Sweeps of Sky —

So I must baffle at the Hint
And cipher at the Sign
And make much blunder, if at least
I take the clue divine —

My Regards

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