Where to?
Route Or map?
Via route?
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.

Copyright 2019 Christopher Thompson
All rights reserved.

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