Oh, no, Victor! (Vignette - Free Verse).

An egg; borned to a petri dish.

Emulsified by braided coils cemented, bricked with expectancy.

Clamped by the crown

blood-curdling cries for the Exit

screaming as the sack splits

breathing out cries for the curse of change.

Sprinkling the best parts into the beaker

begging for the rotten lemon’s zest; praying

it will not sour.

Sowing the seeds but

the soil has been dried up for so

long now

shovel snapping then shattering on first try.

How can you build upon such

a lifeless base?

Waiting for Worth

rewards forged and ready but

collecting dust as the ground does not grow.

The reap will not sow. What is missing

cannot be found

because somebody forgot to check the clauses.

an ingredient has been absent all along.

and so What is looking

to be found

simply never will

be. lost

to the gravel for good!

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