to the tower
The naked lifelong student with the GRASSHOPPER mask harbours a small doubt that this is the true path to enlightenment. The lessons are too mundane and the motivations too carnal. The doubts, however, fade away as the fox with the phallus leaves the sanctum.
The naked lifelong student with the GRASSHOPPER mask progresses up to the tower with a little bit of a feeling like the gamer gets when approaching the big boss.
The naked lifelong student with the GRASSHOPPER mask stands tall, gazing up to the architecture of the tower, filled with a hope that this will be the moment of the revelation. Breathing slowly, deeply, opening the body to receive. The breathing naturally progresses into the drills. The drills start quiet, gentle and ordered. They progress through urgency into a performance of slaps and punches, blows resounding out, calling for someone to witness the performance, to witness this, the ultimate performance. And even here in the tower, no one comes. Eventually the performance ends and the exhausted body lies prone.
The naked lifelong student with the GRASSHOPPER mask is woken by the tannoy: HEAR YE, HEAR YE, A FINAL CALL FOR THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE EAGLE.
