I have been where you are now. I've been eaten and digested, and evacuated painlessly. I sunk in the earth, I was reborn as a worm, and thus I became a part of the vulture I looked up to. Never a worm was as eager to be eaten as myself. I've always been such a creeper. I hid in the heart of the hyena my beloved vulture cherished. I know for certain, he would've never coveted me, for myself.
And thus I became a part of his bloodstream, and here I am now, cutting through the clouds, landing recklessly wherever some exciting odor carries us. I'm seeing through his eyes, I make his wings flap strongly. I'm not with him, i'm in him, and more accurately I can say I am him. I know all his secrets... which hasn't made me love him less. But... you know the way proximity breeds contempt.
Only today I saw you, with that lustful look on your face, right the moment you were struggling your way into that obscure rotten liver you were tunneling into, meaning to cheat on us. I can say, my fellow annelid, on the grounds of my wide experience and all my travelling, that destiny is not as far stretched as you now believe. That the sky is as humid and dark and uncertain as the earth that nests you, and perfect happiness doesn't blossom in the dry branches where we perch. I believe your home may well be a flower you yourself have nurtured. I firmly believe your soul mate is not the next link in the food chain, and rather your neighbor. So love thy neighbor, sister. Twist around each other, enjoy and reproduce the sheer delight of togetherness, being who you are, where you are, for the wellbeing of the world.
I can contain my beast now, so I part. Aware, and empty.
Mercedes Bocage
And thus I became a part of his bloodstream, and here I am now, cutting through the clouds, landing recklessly wherever some exciting odor carries us. I'm seeing through his eyes, I make his wings flap strongly. I'm not with him, i'm in him, and more accurately I can say I am him. I know all his secrets... which hasn't made me love him less. But... you know the way proximity breeds contempt.
Only today I saw you, with that lustful look on your face, right the moment you were struggling your way into that obscure rotten liver you were tunneling into, meaning to cheat on us. I can say, my fellow annelid, on the grounds of my wide experience and all my travelling, that destiny is not as far stretched as you now believe. That the sky is as humid and dark and uncertain as the earth that nests you, and perfect happiness doesn't blossom in the dry branches where we perch. I believe your home may well be a flower you yourself have nurtured. I firmly believe your soul mate is not the next link in the food chain, and rather your neighbor. So love thy neighbor, sister. Twist around each other, enjoy and reproduce the sheer delight of togetherness, being who you are, where you are, for the wellbeing of the world.
I can contain my beast now, so I part. Aware, and empty.
Mercedes Bocage
