it happens with the cycle,
a reprehensible mortal creature,
tipped with a wartish growth,
each **** a flounder of the species,
upon each other ‘tis unlike.
but not a wretched thing, no.
a guise tolling with verbality,
to break alast a brain anew
and isolate much unlike one
other; the fair sexed human.
unsexed, unwholly aside, a
rejection to the mortality
of sayest all the species’,
remiss and reproduce, care-
less and lesser, and breed.
qualia in a moment, felt
but not yet true, anew and
coming soon, it hopes,
for a structure in solace
warm and grown itself.
something unsexed, bordering
against what all sayings hark:
but something special, a third.
one newly sought,
as wishes to be:
shall become.
