WE WERE SWALLOWED
What if we were vomited up by the cosmic unicorn
with great lumps of flesh, gobbets raw
and books you can't get rid of?
Am I the one who's already closest to full health
in the land of mist and snow?
If I were you, I would bring this to another place,
where we can wax lyrical about our hypothesis.
We were swallowed up by the dark tunnel ahead.
It was now safe to come out of the woodwork.
They walked on twenty-five pounds of pure beef fat
in large slabs, and dozens of raw eggs
to create the sounds of the characters' footsteps.
It's convenient to have an up and a down
and/or a set of 3-D parameters to walk on
unfortunately the original reason for doing all that
is utterly lost. We got stuck in it,
we were swallowed whole by the *fog*