Test #32
Within moments it lays still, dormant
The shushing of the shovel that scars the ground
Another corpse, another quandary over what is the nature of death
Must it move before it can die?
Test #48
It lasts a minute, and no more
Perhaps sooner then, but it shuffled and turned and twisted
Formless
It engenders hope
The shovel scars the soil like always
Test #187
It drew breath, proud mother are we
Or perhaps rotting sacks stretched in death
Still again, like the rest
The shovel digs and digs and digs
Dreams
The dreams spell a story of the many
Reaching and rolling
Steeped in their dread thrones in the womb pits
Soil and skin, all as one here
They sing in this place, a harmony of broken glass
Screeching, scratching, howling
But it is poetry to us
It is beautiful, beautiful poetry
The dreams collapse suddenly
Like an explosion that rips the mind to the next day
No more noise to grace the night
Test #1,002
The glory of effort wanes
Years of life in this pursuit
For the chance to play God
For the chance to brand upon us the title of mother
The shovel sings again
Test #2,821
Quicker now, we watch and sigh like before
Another bag of refuse for the womb pit
Another song for the shovel to sing
This one reached out a tendril of a hand
And then collapsed in a heap
Shush. Shush. Shush.
Test #8,977
Shush. Shush. Shush.
Thunk.
We've struck the bottom of the womb pit
It opens up the maelstrom
Maelstrom #00001
Time folds and inverts
Prismatic orifices of temporal hate
It glows
Radiates blue aura
Oozes malice
It infects, like a serpent coiling prey
The refuse starts to move
Test #8,977A
Adam
It moves
It undulates and gasps and
and
Eyes open, it observes
Blank void spaces gaze upon
Mother
We have become mother finally
Test_Adam #2
It learns our name
"Mother"
It vomits up bile and viscera
But it speaks and it learns our name
We do not notice the womb pits
All collectively trembling
Dreams
The shapes of night visit once more
The maelstrom influences it all
Still agape, a pit to Sheol
We hear music pouring out of it
When the ears draw close, it withdraws
Deep in the bowels
The mind convinces itself it feels the tremor
Standing in a miles long crater
The maelstrom beneath our feet
We were the first asteroid that devastated the land
Ripped apart the scales of the past
And made way for the furred flesh of our fathers
The maelstrom
The maelstrom speaks in riddles
It demands us to fall into it
Adam is there, in its core, down a trillion miles down
Would a mother ignore its creation?
Thousand upon thousands of refuse
All for one Adam
The dreams end suddenly
We stand at the precipice
The maelstrom below
Adam at our side
Observing
The Maelstrom
We withdraw into the maelstrom
Adam watches us go
We wave goodbye
As we wave we see the others
All upright and with Adam
All wave in unison
Goodbye to mother
"Mother"
The voices, thousands, a choir for mother
"Mother"
They speak, they all speak
None are refuse
They all stand now, tall
With Adam
Like Adam
We descend into blank black beyond
In the maelstrom
The serpent, now trillions of miles wide, Nidhogg's maw, devours us whole
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RandomA mess of stuff that won't fit elsewhere. Some are pretty absurdist, no direct continuity unless stated (doubtful on that, these are meant to be one-off poems/stories). I like to explore different styles of writing in small works like this, so some...
