Incarnation
A short story starting in a molten dark cave
A short story starting in a molten dark cave
(Locked in we were in a dark lacuna of molten integrities)
(Some of us freed ourselves to hit the skies)
(Some just wandered around...)
(But, for some, life ended on a shiny ceramic crash)
(The ones who dared to dive into water gained thousands of new identities)
(Swirls we made, enjoying freedom after aeons of confinement.)
(During our waltz with water, we searched distant lands for new forms to harvest.)
(Union: first we made one in celebration of gaining our identity)
(then we had our wars, roaring like thunderstorms, incarnating as soldiers, standing still like walls)
(endless wars ended in the silence of the setting sun. freed we were flowing gently in the sea)
(Forging our bodies from the darkest ink... Constructing flesh, and even the tiniest bone.. Creating for others a poison to drink...)
(All our slavery ended as the dark cave opened. But we should stay still for a while, for the evil eyes to disappear.)
(Light! I see light! But it hurts my eyes! Makes me go outside...)
(Locked in we were)
