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the very hungry caterpillar 
never sleeps
only eats
life on hopeful endless repeat
always tomorrow to do more o' 
the same shit w/more bricks 
to grow just that bit extra 
striving blindly for a heaven
it cannot comprehend but has
been promised in its gattacan 
to one day attain; ergo gains
are the maximal game to play
work toward an end seemingly
unreachable but work nonetheless
stays unabated

the caterpillar needs to know 
tomorrow will never stop being there

but does it know how
to be a butterfly?
does it know what a 
butterfly looks like?
does it need to?

the very hungry caterpillar ignores the questions
drowns out the noise outside
w/its own incessant mastications
it offers no answers
its mouth is full, movingly