Beneath the Icy Floe

Everything was spinning around. I had no more eyes.

Some strange leaves

wich were no longer my feet,

neither my legs,

were growing up in my shoes.

The sky was an eternal spiral upwards,

ending in a goddamned labyrinth.

This was a black day, without a doubt.

Circled, pink clouds

burning my hollow eyeholes.

Smoke everywhere.

And from each of the mouths

laying on the ground,

the strangest song:

"Desert prayer,

with no hands and no feet,

you shall find the path

to Arcanta".

It was a very lovely song indeed,

but I couldn't care less

about finding any holy land.

I wish I was falling,

instead of buried in this half-liquid desert.

A barefoot tree

covered me with white shadows.

That was my shelther.

"This is the day,

the birth of my liquid desires"

I said to myself

to keep me calm;

that was the mantra

that would take me

to my eternal satori.

Far away, I could see Josef swimming

in his hanging chairs,

and I felt envy of him.

I even got to hate him for a moment.

Seeing him there, happy,

among flowers and birds,

sharing his fruits

with all the Adans and Evas

he created from his very own knee;

seeing him through a thousand mirrors

made my head ache.

Suddenly, a flock of Mantis

came to swallow the whole world.

I kept myself hidden.

And it worked.

When I got up from the floor,

it was a dry, dead world.

There were flowers

or birds

or fruits

no more.

My shelther now

was a one-colored sky.

Instead of a sun,

this big, wide eye,

watching closely

the few creatures

wich remained on our feet.

Josef was gone,

but he left behind just one Adan, but two Evas

to look out for him.

On the ground,

no more mouths or songs

were left.

Just the remmants

of a deeper purity.

I was left with no hands, with no feet.

"The Human Drama" I thought

and I threw myself,

face down to the ground.

Then I knew I was here.

I was finally in Arcanta.

A door opened upon me,

and all I heard was a silent dance.