Worms and Riddlers

  And again…  The Mother breathed life into his mortal spine… Into his strange brain…. Into the curled, rapidly withering form of his… He was weak… Lacking anything… Nearly crumbling… So, he fell into a deep sleep for another hundred years… Until the Mother would regenerate him…When the day would come, and when war was no longer an ’idea’, or even a word… When he would forget all that he’d done, and his mind was replaced anew… And the rust would be washed away, and he would regenerate from the ashes... And he would remember thoughts… Thoughts implanted… Thought’s recycled... From the emptiness… From the near-oblivion of his thoughts… He awoke…. Rose forth from the metal sheets, and the metal carapace, the engines, the infinite black, and grey. Then down the infinite carriers, down the staircases, through the melting flames, where heat rushed through his frozen fingers… Frozen body, and he breathed a new identity, a new place in reality… Filled his empty shell with newfound life. There