Shape Shifting Soul
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Suddenly I am aware of myself.
Where do I come from? Where am I going?
I cannot move. Some liquid surrounds me.
I drink the liquid. I grow as the liquid disappears.
I break my shell. I feel warmth, but I cannot move.
Another ball comes to me. We think to each other.
Soon things begin to change. I can walk. I can think.
We are on a planet named Earendel, a lovely place.
The other ball calls itself Plus Two and I am Plus One.
We need Minus One and Two. All four must stay together.
No reason is given. Perhaps the two Minus are in the ocean.
I look around and understand that high rocks shed water.
Water flows amongst purple trees. Their fruit is good.
We suck the water of the fruit from the purple tree.
Plus Two is anxious. We need to find Minus One and Two.
We walk to the ocean and all four meet. We form a circle.
Water churns, We drink the sweet ocean and suddenly
I become One, who sees, is tall, has two legs and is intelligent.
A super spaceship arrives. I must leave Earendel.
Our destination is on Herbig where cities abound.
I am a scientist they say. I must observe Earth. I learn
Their major languages, I observe their behavior,
Their love, their hate, their peace, their wars.
Then I am asked to go to Earth. What for? Find a solution.
They are hopeless. I am passed through a series of alterations
Until I take on the resemblance of a man. Disgusting, but
Those scientists must have changed my feelings.
I begin to walk the streets and hear their thoughts.
I need money, I need a house and above all I need a woman!
I am given all. And the woman I choose is lovely.
Of course, she is, she comes from Herbig too!!
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2024
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