Minor Adjustments

The process of transformation is always disconcerting. Whether that is from a mammal to a man or back again, which is easy and the distance is short, or crossing over into a bird or fish where the distance is more difficult, the ground itself feels different, as if gravity were specific for each species, an encounter with the cosmos through the skin. This transitional period may last from a few moments, a breath perhaps for those with similar intelligence, to many days and nights when the creature is limited. This may explain the malaise I feel having so recently crossed back from the versatile semblance of a cockroach. I keep reaching forward with my index fingers as if they were antennae tasting the path in front of me.

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