1. I am hungry, I am starving, I want to eat something. I need to move to find it, I drag my legs, I am exhausted, but only movement may keep me alive.
2. I need to open passage through the tall hairy trees, those column-trees all around. Everything is like a shadow, white gray and white. Now shades change to deeper gray and make difficult my way. I take steps and pull myself and move around on the same ground as those tall hairy shadows.
3. I am told that when the great cloud goes by, then food falls down from the sky. I see it coming, covering my 4-eyes sight.
4. It has been a while and I see it at the top of the near-by heights. It smells fine, flesh-like, stands waiting to be eaten by a mite. I have to climb, to get a slice at my size, to feed myself for the rest of my life. It is hard going-up, digging my legs, my feet my nails in the pillar that supports my food. Closer I get, and I see it is enormous, uphold at the top of the trees. Clear and almost transparent it covers the whole sky.
5. With the edge of my eye I see the cloud… and then darkness, everything is squeezed and pressed and a burden is felt all around. It is dark like hell, no space for breath; at least it will not last for hours. There it goes and I am released, free to climb and my food to find.
6. There is a hum on the air and a noise ahead. It approaches fast and becomes a blast. Such a typhoon I have not seen before, upstream flow that sucks the floor. The tree I am stuck, a weak leaf becomes, it wants to go-off and like a rocket throbs. I wonder whether my food will leave me for good or it might be on the top strongly hooked. The storm goes by and peace back in my life.
7. Finally I reach the top, a bite I take and rest rejoiced. The night comes with no light going down, only with blackness spreading around. I feel like my deeds were of all of my kind further supreme. Eyes are closing and I do not know where am I going.
I was an egg, I became a larva and now I am a mighty mite! …Finally I have grown up.
Coin is rolled and there I go….. from a simple poetry bug to a complex harsh man….
…I am shrinking down, I was a master and what am I now, a mite on the ground.
1. That feeling of hunger is so extreme. Probably because I have to move 6 legs, synchronize them in an environment difficult to move through. Where, how shall I survive, what do I need to eat?
2. I have found myself in my brother's carpet. From the height and density of its pile I suppose its the modern one, the red and blue one. I try to walk on the fibers of the knots and wraps. They are like jungle plants coming out of the ground everywhere around me. My insect legs knot on threads and moving is hard. The stems of the pile are so high, yet the light reaches me down here.
3. Who is that above me.... Ohh my brother seems huge. He goes by and some dead skin cells and pieces are falling down.
4. I know why and I do not beleive it, that I am climbing up to eat that thing that is supported by the pile. It stands like a modern art roof made of sugar waiting to be eaten. The way up is long and tiresome but I need to get nearer to the surface.
5. Suddendly I see my brother's slipper sole coming directly towards me. He is just walking in his home but everything becomes dark. The whole area around me is squeezed and I see nothing. The pile is pressed under the huge weight. A step forward for him a new day for me to continue my climb.
6. What is that sound? Is he cleaning again? The vacum cleaner approaches but I am so tightly hooked on the pile that I am sure I won't be sucked. The pile of the carpet tremples and enormous dust particles are flying upwards. The fibers of the lower ground move like whips in the air. The cleaning is over at least where I stand and I continue my way up.
7. Finally I get to the top. The pile spreads till the end of my view. I see the chairs and the table in the room. Night falls, I sit down at the top of my stem, of my tree. I try to rest and take a deep breath but again I am stressed. I open wide my eyes and stretch towards the sky.
Thanks God I am awake and alive, it's been a mite that has trained my mind.
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