The raptured parchment dangles ethereal

hooks that flirt closely with my lower lip.

We have sunk so low to fish for worlds.


Cracking like a temperamental continent,

my tongue balances a concrete answer

as though trying to resuscitate a stillborn

planet with a faulty monitor. “Join our

holy cavalry today!”, a pamphlet where

‘salvation’ is synonymous with ‘apocalypse’.


The fetus departs, a test tube savior with

the dexterity of indecision and a centaur

mantle. We are humans, I reply. Not hooves.


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Hello, fellow bundle of nerves and flesh! I'm a simple little being who's half-poet, half-scientist, and all gelatinous chaos. Sort of like an illogical marshmallow. If you'd like to learn more, please seek out the "First Impressions" page. Thank you for the visit, bundle friend.

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