Ready

I'm ready for any plot. In scales or in a wild beast. For the depths where there is no light. And for any unearthly atmosphere. I'm ready to fly and to crawl. To grovel, to freeze in place on every stretch of the long road. On the cross. And as a sausage roll. I'm ready to moo and to keep mum, and to dream at night gazing at the Milky Way. And to purr into my master's hand. And to drift around the world carefree, blending into a river of passers-by. I'm ready. (For there's no choice) World, I hear you with my skin and I'm ready for any plot.