Hegemony Shift

"I invite you to pay homage, and learn from everything, nothing and the varying levels of each within me. I am the sacred, I sacrifice and am sacrificed. I am the profane. I am neither. I am all the veils you choose to lay over me, and none of them. I am what I choose. And like the universe I can choose the optimum openness of a world in flux. As is the outside, so is the inside.”
He sat in stunned silence watching her face become a void around which the world revolved. Amoeboid patches of green swirled in the void. Chaos. Beginning. Ending. Beginning again. Flesh began to solidify and take on a skin coloured feline face. Feline became rat, became snake, became woman again. He inhaled sharply, realizing he hadn’t done so in some time and feeling dizzy. The woman smiled and he exhaled relief until the smile became: Chesire, joker and demon. The demon rose, on a dark shadow, forked tongue flicking rhythmically in and out of its mouth, finishing its ascent to tower above him. Black velvet wings spread out from the shifting mass of dark. A stench so powerful filled the room, blotting out thought. Man shivered cold and hot at the same time. He closed his eyes tightly and opened them again. The woman sat smiling in front of him.
He watch the lay of a shadow on her nose. Her nose began to grow, drawing the skin on her face taut and her eyes closer together. Her chin curved upward to meet her downward curving nose and her hair sprouted from her head like black straw. She was a witch! He leapt backward on to his feet and stood on guard. He watched as her hair grew to her feet, thickening into vines, roots and grasses. A mercurial shadow of roots spread across the cavern. He moved his feet, as tendrils writhed lively about him. The growth stopped and silence echoed loudly in the cavern.
His exhalation echoed as well and he wondered why the mass of roots wasn’t dampening the sound. Small animals began to crawl from spaces between the roots. Wondrous creatures of all shapes and sizes. A couple of bird-like creatures were about two feet high, had silver bodies and deep cherry coloured feline heads with Kris knife tongues. Several goatish critters sported reptilian heads with red eyes. Bears, rabbit-sized and green, screeched like angry crows. Tiny horse-beetles galloped and clicked. Light and shadow where wrestlers battling for space. Glowing orbs floated about liberally; rich reds, blue, purple. Each sounded like a babbling brook of its own.
He attempted to trace the happenings of the recent past, but noticed his mind and senses were working in a manner not suited to a task of memory.
All the blue in the room poured over him, tasting like the finest fruits, honey and chocolate. Animals danced around him smelling like sandalwood, fine wine, the juice of a stimulated cunt. Leaves, vines and plants touched him. Their touches were 1000 butterfly wings beating in unison, the lips of a wound, a warm tongue licking, and eternal peace. He became a slow quiet arousal, then a passionate embrace- burning, open, angry, loving, sad, joyful, nothing, anything, portions.
His head rolled back with his eyes and laughed- completely abandoning his wondering, his sorting, fears, anxieties, hurts, deaths, labelling. His eyes streamed with tears, his heart opened its doors and held out loves infinity to the world. His body shook as platinum and gold streamed through him. He laughed: trills, harmonics, harps, flutes, lutes, guitars, voices; and the nothing that was and always would be, let go of the need to let go.
A sun was born and nestled itself in a beginning thought somewhere close to the centre of everything. For a time, everything that was, had been and would be, sat just so.