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