Lizard
It approached or I found it, we most likely were not looking forward to meet. And whispered to my ear. "And yet we think we control them, but they reside and feed and parasite us sometimes. And yet we think we control them when their enraged swarms comes and goes underneath the skin. And yet we think we control what we control..."
The lizard escaped from my ears to my neck and got stuck down my spine. I could hear it praying with its low voice. Its tingling and cold fingers were tremorous and its eyes as stones, brought from an antique marvelous chinese secret were moving side by side rumbling with power and alegoric presence, cricketing as their ridges were spotting my arms. I jumped from my seat but its spell took a fast pace. As I tried to move I could see my soul escaping my arms and my neck, the muscles were turning gray and my neck in a deep relaxation was loosing its control, scared to loose my body frame, I kept still but scared. I couldn't move anymore, and breathing was wearing out the boundaries of my chest, in any case I would loose my body. I couldn't grab the lizard and throw it away from my back, otherwise my soul would diffuse in the space and decompose with the winds of march and fire.
Quietly his low voice soothed my nervousness, and said. Be ready for your death, the transition time has come. Instinctively I knew what it was, it was an ancient knowledge long forgotten secured by the fear to die, but once remembered, the scream of thousand warriors and the force of a volcano were present under my chest. Burning with rage, burning the rite of death, there were many blood baths and all the wars of the world were imprinted in my arms, every clash was on my muscles and the glory of the encounter as well as death was absorbed by my skin, the smell to death was the scent of the flowers around, of the stars. The lizard moved and suddenly stopped praying, his fingers got hot like the crown of the sun and I could grab the earth with one hand as I was extending towards the past.
Finally, there was no time. But I was complete.
The lizard escaped from my ears to my neck and got stuck down my spine. I could hear it praying with its low voice. Its tingling and cold fingers were tremorous and its eyes as stones, brought from an antique marvelous chinese secret were moving side by side rumbling with power and alegoric presence, cricketing as their ridges were spotting my arms. I jumped from my seat but its spell took a fast pace. As I tried to move I could see my soul escaping my arms and my neck, the muscles were turning gray and my neck in a deep relaxation was loosing its control, scared to loose my body frame, I kept still but scared. I couldn't move anymore, and breathing was wearing out the boundaries of my chest, in any case I would loose my body. I couldn't grab the lizard and throw it away from my back, otherwise my soul would diffuse in the space and decompose with the winds of march and fire.
Quietly his low voice soothed my nervousness, and said. Be ready for your death, the transition time has come. Instinctively I knew what it was, it was an ancient knowledge long forgotten secured by the fear to die, but once remembered, the scream of thousand warriors and the force of a volcano were present under my chest. Burning with rage, burning the rite of death, there were many blood baths and all the wars of the world were imprinted in my arms, every clash was on my muscles and the glory of the encounter as well as death was absorbed by my skin, the smell to death was the scent of the flowers around, of the stars. The lizard moved and suddenly stopped praying, his fingers got hot like the crown of the sun and I could grab the earth with one hand as I was extending towards the past.
Finally, there was no time. But I was complete.
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