A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
About the Abyss
Create a timestamp
Or at least an educated guess
What went wrong. When things began to crawl instead of run
Ether to ether
Begotten loss
Shoulders bared, inside a chamber where thoughts move slowly
We call it “The beach”
A palace of considerations
Synthetic existence
Ever darting and dancing through the shallows
Waiting to reincarnate into
Saltier sea slugs
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There is a deep within a deep
A space between electrons
A thought in your mind still waiting to be born
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