Where to?
Route Or map?
Map
Via route?
Well,
There is nothing to decide,
At this time.
Nothing here to see,
Not field or Cane.
For here we are sugarless.
We are the non so sweet
By our own devices,
Simple underlings.
So will it be
Root canal
Or birth Canal?
Or a cut to a laiden womb.
And what then of the emperors biome?
Once more into the breech
It is,
Until death.Then afterwards
These events will seem hollow.
The pains of birth forgotten
As are the life and times of us all.
This world is a chamber of horrors,
An organic cave
For all but the fortunate.
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Chambers
Published by Christopher Thompson (Pryderi.org)
Saturated by the stream of consciousness and thinking aloud. Attempting to be heard over this loud scratching of my pen on the page. Seeing life mostly through the rear view mirror, but still able to spectate the here and now. Watchful for the future. View all posts by Christopher Thompson (Pryderi.org)
The world is a chamber of horrors..indeed!
Love the flow of words here.
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