4 (french) Werber, Bernard

with me, he climbed my head?
I push, pull, pulling it out.
Vertigo. Fuzzy. Disappearance of the notion of time.
Ministry my every move takes a century. In reality, it is surely
only a fraction of a second. Exhilaration. A horn out of my
skull. Specifically, a horn ending with a head. My head. My
“other” head. I’m like split in two. Double and even time to
be totally erased. I die when the horn continues to grow,
beautiful, white, transparent.
Now she has two arms hanging over my fontanelles for
better release of my skull. In her top, mouth open in a moan
noise. My second head cries by delivering of my body. As a
birth. My physical body gives birth of my soul. Glare.
Tingling. Pain and pleasure. In turn, I see the world with my
eyes always with the eyes of my soul. My soul observed
especially what is happening in my back.
I see, scared, we’re both in my mortal coil. The “other”
continues to emerge. It is over a horn but a vague ball
stretched. I see and sees me.
Incredible, the effects of decorporation!
My “me” hesitates between lurking in my body or it
go to the ball which grow in this leg.