The Inner Alchemy

I go down these stairs the end of which I cannot see in the
 blue profoundness of these sea - like depths I run into 
nocturnal spiders.
The chill of the earth insidiously coils around me like a 
snake as if I were grabbed by rigor mortis.
I am allured into a labyrinth - the quest of the inner 
alchemy...
I burn a torch spreading terror among the subterranian 
creatures that flee the danger of a mercyless conqueror.
Like firm hands revealing womanly nakedness piece by piece 
the primitive light uncovers a huge ivory - like skeleton.
Enthrilled with fear, I the inside of this skull, its even,
 bone- like walls of- walls of tears, penitence, grief and 
lust...
Then cross the thorax, huge as the texture of an 
archreverberating with echoes, dull sounds of an ancient 
theatre.

I find myself afloat on a boat sailing to the inner 
alchemy...