Saleha Qasim September 24, 1998

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href="/tag/god">god. I gazed at the nymphs who danced for Neptune and drank the elixir of Mount
Olympus because Mercury was my friend. My intellect has been instilled with the wisdom of ancient seas: it absorbed the thoughts of
Napoleon even as my hands were chopped off by Bedouins in Baghdad.

I have lived again.

This time I understood the emotions of an ant, and lived with an otter who slapped me with his tail. My hair was once the fur of a
polar bear that died in the Atlantic, he turned blue then blue-black until the fur crumbled and flew onto the shore where it remained
embedded in ice floats over the ages.

I will live once more. . . just one more time.

A cab driver of an interstellar taxi, dropping off beings along the milky way, swerving around fiery meteors falling to their extinction,
steering my way through time passages, cruising along the highway to heaven!