Time, if I only knew what it is.
Here, underground, in pitch darkness, I lie outside of all time.
Sometimes, however, I feel my numb body awaken from its liturgic slumber, each muscular coming into motion again, pushing me along these subterranean corridors. At these moments I look at the outgrowths at the tips of my limbs and by their length I realize that something has changed and that this change is for me a reflection of time.
I glide once again through the long, winding tunnels of my dwelling.
Demons lurking in the shadows between the folds of the earth, watching me, waiting for my failure.
But not today, they won't have that pleasure, because I'm more agile than ever.
This energy comes to me from outside, fills me, dispels demons into dust.
Soon I will once again be forced to find sustenance for my body...
and for the bodies of my children..
Soon I will be out again....