Tight, lost, and dark,
in this space, I lay.
Will ever I be freed
from this disarray?
Three, still, long quarters
of this year have passed,
yet awake, confined
I am lying, stuck on my ass.
Suddenly, shockingly,
I can hear a sound.
A strange but soothing hymn
I hear it all around.
Beep beep beep,
it plays over again.
A sharp metal blade
I see it carving in.
Coming right towards me,
I squirm, I kick, I pray.
An overwhelming light,
have I witnessed the final day?
Pulled out of my cavern,
put on this figure’s bosom.
Comfort is all I feel
from this found
conclusion.
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