Lost Art of Mystery

I’ve gone from composed to compost. I am gradually disintegrating, degrading, degenerating, decomposing, and deteriorating. It’s all alchemy, as my body, mind, soul and spirit melt into a pile of seemingly insignificant slurry.

Waiting until the dormant phase is over, I’m dissolving like a caterpillar into an amorphous swirling liquid. Over time, the sludge will recalibrate, regenerate and reconstitute. It will churn slowly until it is transformed into something completely novel. Emerging from the ether, triumphant, beautiful, strong and powerful, I will be given the chance to live once again.