Metamorphosis

I am flying out of the clouds.

Out of the black and into the blue.

Soaring above it all.
I didn't get my mind back as previously planned, instead it's free.
The transformation brought on by the cocoon of spring, a month of rain, and the space dust finally ran it's course.

Guided by The Beatles and T-Rex , the de-evolution included deletion of recent cultural influences from my brain and a hiatus from a long relationship with artificial stimuli.
Next was the physical change, to be made obvious by the removal of my long hair. Symbolically shedding my skin and flying.

On the simplistic wings of destiny.

Armed with Pistols , Nails, and Helmet.

I am free again.

Nirvana.
Ready to grow.

Rock.

I complete me.