Cell-wall

What is she?
Is she waiting something different from me?
Is she satisfied of what I am?
(What am I? )
Then I return back in my blackness.
I lie back in my nothing
like a bacterium in its capsule.
And I'm waiting until the conditions become favorable
Evolving into a caterpillar
Then into a blind horse
(And million years after, into a well respected mosquito)

There it was, coming out of my throat
It was flowing out of me
I couldn't help it at all
Liquid.
And sticky.
As a newborn child
As a newborn idea
With no identity

Do you remember the first time you ever saw a thunder?
A drop of rain?
A very crimson cherry?
Her most dazzling smile?
Can you recall the very first time that you felt ashamed?
[Shame. A useless feeling.
Just like egoism.]
You have to support your acts, she said.
Even if you're acting like a worm, I thought.

[Sometimes I need a rigid, feelings-proof, impervious cell-wall
To inclose my corrupted, crooked soul.]
After a long time of hibernation,
The huckleberry's light, that violates to my capsule
Breaks down my defences
And it's strong enough to crack into my embattled cell-wall.
(The echo of my warning trumpets resounds at my procaryotic cells.)
When longer my somnolent eyes get used to it
It's the time that I know it's too late to fight
[The demons of your love]
[The dragons in your eyes]

Go with the flow if you cannot make a change,
they say.
Don't be afraid to compromise,
with your feelings
(It's not a big deal)

Undeniable progress.
The spring of life,
[Spring, of my life]
The era finally came.
Conditions are favorable.
Wake up the bears !
Sing the hymn of resurrection !
Paint your cheeks in ''coming back'' red.
[Carmine, cinnabar, mercury, dragon's blood,
Sorcery, dracaena, witchcraft, spells,
gypsy's chiromancy, oracle, Pythia.]

That's the prophecy :

Prepare to give birth to Love 
To be born from her womb.
Prepare to be a bacterium,
a caterpillar,
a blind horse
or a well respected  mosquito. In love.

Whatever you are 
be in love.

αΘηνά.