maturity bordered on severity and a childhood
was lost in time.
aphasia flowed from his mouth and his fingers and
apathy and empathy vied for power.
change happens quickly and slowly,
sands of time are ground and swallowed.
the metamorphosis has begun and finished
at the same time and every time.
the soul, separated from the body at last,
starts to wonder and peek into the darkest corners.
(it saves the brighter ones for dessert.)
it searches for friends and lovers,
mothers and fathers.
the child cries and the parent hushes,
while the body sleeps.
he no longer wants to frolic in the grass
or play with the other kids in his grown, awkward body.
he simply wants to sleep until he can wake up, birthed anew.