On a rainy day, bury in eggshells under five doses of wax and three of cement, your tears of fatigue.
Let it fossilize over a low heat for a few years.
Draw the path to your destination with your fossils and then devour it with your eyes.
Let it digest in a large grey rock while you learn to let go.
Listen to the wisdom emanating from the underground song of the beak of prehistoric automatons and study it.
Cut out your mistakes with a lyre and tame them like knucklebones.
Remove them from your spine which you will expose to the rain.
Watch your wet skeleton become more pointed, with steel hooks to catch invisible treasures.
Contemplate your new animality and put it on feathered heels that will take you as high as your wings.
Embrace your new powers with humility and take flight over the path you had drawn.
And when your claws have grown enough, you will take time to share your experience on a silvery stained-glass.
Text by Charline Kirch for Expo156
Image credit : Archaeopteryx lithographica (fossil bird) by James St. John