Friday, January 05, 2007

Conception

Pitch black cavern,
Dripping its seeds and eggs,
Into placid waters below,
Each hatchling or sproutling,
Left to float, flutter, cling, climb and bind,
Aglow with possible permutations,
Awaiting a harvest and purge,
To plunge cavernous space into
Deepest sable once more.

5 comments:

Pod said...

scary! i am not sure what is being conceived here....?

Inconsequential said...

ideas pod, ideas in the dank dark cavern that I use as a brain.
think of lots of things, take what i need, then start again :)

Pod said...

oh...i got the wrong idea. i thought twere some strange creature.....oh but it was....inc's brain
;0P

Inconsequential said...

:)
yeah, it's not a nice place to live....

Eleuktra Starsoft said...

I had rather rude images in my head here. I'm just a gutter snipe!