I sweat,
heart pounding in the trance
of helpless
navigation. Fetus swarms
the
labyrinth, oozes pungent cadavers
of thought and futile expectations.
I pull,
slippery mind guides an unwilling
primodium,
still swirling in tentative
eddies of
formation. It pushes me back,
letting spill
the acridity of failure.
I stop. The
blank PC screen stares back
haughtily, sigh at the naiveté of my
endeavor for
a premature intellectual
C-section.
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