When I was born as beauty in the past
the Other was born as a monster in the future.

As I crawled forward in time,
learning to see what was before me;
it flew backwards, with eyes in its hindsides,
seeing largely that which lay
in the wake of its passing.

As I grew vital, and formful
It grew stranger, and decrepit…
and I began to sense its weird proximity
in time and space.

Taking within me the seed of death,
as it took within it the seed of birth.

Soon we shall meet in time and place.
And we will dance and disappear.

And the Other will be born as a crawling beauty in my past.
And I shall emerge anew, as a flying monster in its future.