When I find the center of your center I'll unwind you
And coil you around myself instead
And slide my fingers down your seams
And dreamily undo you
Make spaghetti of your arching primal spires
By candle flame, I'll dextrously denature all that tethers you
Until you quiver bodily
A harp string
Every note that's written in you.
originally posted at theexaminingroom.com
There once was a fly in a box
Who suffered mutations in Hox
The probes on his head
Came out two legs instead
And now he needs two extra socks.