the journey of metamorphosis
the mouse’s feet pitter and patter as i contemplate her murder
but hey have you ever walked to the edge of reason?
where white lilies dot the green fields
silent light hums its protection
a sleeping leaf falls down to become the ground
once all its cells have danced their last dance
do you ever think about the journey towards the big black cloud?
and how its colour would taste?
i think i would slowly travel through a red, opened mouth
and the teeth would caress my bones
the laughter would signify acceptance
and i would no longer want to become the coins we put under the tablecloth at christmas time
