arthropodd

The enigma dances with fabricated life. 

 

One

Seg-

-ment

at 

A 

Time

 

Each articulation of its spine, 

coaxes your mortal hairs to stand on end. 

Crawling up the fore of your arms,

Up the nape of your neck,

Towards the twitching socket of your eye. 

Slowly burrowing into the void of your pupil. 

 

One

Seg-

-ment

at

A

Time

 

It inches through the hollow doorway

Tunneling into an infante realm of potential, 

housed by mortal tissue and bone. 

You reach for your eye, 

to catch its tail and pull the creeper out. 

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Too slow. 

Scut-    t    -t    -tling 

 

footprints, 

Scut-    t    -t    -tling 

 

 Deeper

And

 Deeper, 

 

into your brain

Hundreds of spindling clawd toes, 

etch beautiful impressions in their wake. 

Tracing its path with synaptic fingertips, 

Hopes harbord, of deciphering its tale

Its movements slowly morph into ones of your own

Abstract markings, take on familiar forms. 

​

 Undeniably, 

Something curious cultivates within the chaos

 you lean in. 

Marvel at the intricate labyrinth it carves 

Deep within the crevices

An egg is layed.

An intangible gift left to grow. 

 

A spark ?

A memory ?

A connection ?

A thought ?

 

Inspiration incubates  

 

A memory,

sparks thought,

a connection mad. 

 

Thought seeps through its expanding shell 

The oooze feeds a smile across your face 

Mussels around your eyes contract 

shoulders raise as you inhale 

 

You

hold

your

breath

.

Just

for 

A

Moment

.

 

Before the thought births in your next exhale

From the seeds of chaos laid,

By scuttling toes

By contorting spines

and shudders of thought 

An unexpected beauty is born.

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Arthropod.