Soil turned, enclosing the last thumbed creature on Earth.
Within the warrens, corpses rot for sunrise to raise the next species’ reign. Evolved, free from boundaries, skin that never limits, just anchors your soul for nights of soundless slumber.
They’ve won, unfettered by frail human conditions: no more addictions, what’s jealousy? Forget syndromes of imposter to dusted disorders of personalities.
The opposable thumb a primitive design now, bested by the newest protruding tail jutting out the spine, all the rage in New Earth. Wait when it’s common knowledge the fossils used to grasp things with their thumbs…huzzah! And walked upright?
Within the warrens, corpses rot for sunrise to raise the next species’ reign. Evolved, free from boundaries, skin that never limits, just anchors your soul for nights of soundless slumber.
They’ve won, unfettered by frail human conditions: no more addictions, what’s jealousy? Forget syndromes of imposter to dusted disorders of personalities.
The opposable thumb a primitive design now, bested by the newest protruding tail jutting out the spine, all the rage in New Earth. Wait when it’s common knowledge the fossils used to grasp things with their thumbs…huzzah! And walked upright?
