lubricated, animated,
artificially aflame with life...
shrivel into a beige, dusty pursuit of re-saturation.
It's not tremors this time.
Voids fill,
they empty,
they empty, but you didn't miss out...
an arbitrary accomplishment?
This lethargic daze has become too comfortable.
Clay constructs,
arid, dormant,
they just need other clay constructs, really...
then they aren't that hollow.
Just a normal realization, I guess.
