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A sandwich caught mid-metaphor, between genesis and meal, two fragile orbs of ivory with futures they can’t feel. Cradled in their cotton crusts, a dairy sun between, they sprout the legs of what they’d be— a life that might have been. Do they walk toward hatching dreams, their feathered kin in flight? Or stumble toward a breakfast fate, where heat will dim their light? Born of yolk and yearning feet, they straddle time’s divide, unhatched, uneaten, unfulfilled, they wander undecided. For who can say what purpose lies upon these breaded planes? A purgatory perched on legs— where absurdity remains.
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A sandwich caught mid-metaphor, Between genesis and meal… Two fragile orbs of ivory, With futures they can’t feel. Cradled in their cotton crusts, A dairy sun between. Do they walk toward hatching dreams, Their feathered kin in flight? Or stumble toward a breakfast fate, Where heat will dim their light? Born of yolk and yearning feet, They straddle time’s divide. Unhatched, uneaten, unfulfilled, They wander undecided. Who can say what purpose lies Upon these breaded planes? A purgatory perched on legs— Where absurdity remains… remains… remains… Do they walk toward hatching dreams, Their feathered kin in flight? Or stumble toward a breakfast fate, Where heat will dim their light? “And so… the egg remains…”
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