tough pussy

ohh hiiii

let's go in this cave

goo crevice forever

let's goo bye

make stalag-might babies

make a maybe baybe

snuggle up to the calcium teat

a calcified treat

the beauty sparkle-spire

white, unlit

dank

 the echo of your hunger murmur

 the purr of your helpless guts

the rumble of

      whats that wumble in yo tummy?

come on baby, give us a break

a stalactite feed

a stalagmite feed you

but you're on all fours

moving through moist maze

underground tunnel

  illumined crystal castles

  from the ceiling, from the floor

  for thousands of years

building, tall-towered

or beaded tears on your beak

dripstone, 

dissolvestone

It's cool to be underground, am I wrong?

the temperature is so death

Where's my beating down sun?

my beaten down son, my troubled youth?

but it's soooh cooohwd in dis womb!

does baby wanna come out?

of his coohwd wittew womb? 

I thought a womb was meant to be cozy

but not too comfortable to shove you out when it's time

Let's go to the Chamber of Rarities, I don't think there's a wikipedia for it but it sounds fucking real

a brain is simple and tough

1 November 

Finally, isn't it better. Wondering about the chain, the delicate filigree of onehundred years ago. It is true that the brain dies, but you see, giving sustenance till the end is righteous. It will matter.

The incest of a body alone. Empty of others, the hands of legs or the wrapping in a bed together. The door from here is too far; the brain is actually dead. Just still moistly warm. I could drift away right then & there! The flickering four candles emitting their faux vanillas. My own true lavender to light me.

The lights on one, the closed windows, another. The better friend vegetarians. My cells growing, the thick of arms and shoulders. I am awake alive and it tastes hungry in me.