Through the deceit of deth I grow wise in the illusions of time.
I change, I grow beyond myself,
leaving the papery sheath that once was that i was.
I live alone and make my change in secret.
I know the smell of fear, of death , of inosence.
I float.
I rest in shadows, lick the wisdom of air and dust,
know the earth, sky and man.
I wrap myself around the legs of life.
By the eminence of others I learn empathy with all creatures.
I lie down in darkness and learn the art of subtlety, rear and strike in suprise.
I know the limit of Earth, in my belly i know this is all one place.
I leave but a meandering trail in the dust,
a graceful passage like tracing of time.
I lie down
and change
and rise
and grow old
and lie down
and change
and rise.
I demand neither fear or pity, I know what you can not see.
It is not pride that keeps me solitary.
In your hands the honey of my mouth turns to poison.
It is mere survival...yours and mine.
TARKAN EX
