Poetry

Like a jellyfish, 
In raw pain 
You descend abruptly, 
In abyss of peace. 
 
There was a streak 
Of animal in silicone. 
The matchmakers will 
Rub the sparks. 
 
The cauldron was 
Simmering with tension. 
Was ready to engage 
A chemical warfare. 
 
You are sitting on 
A medusoid robot. 
A replica of non-god’s 
Creation. 
 
Now synchronized contractions 
Will start to deliver a new baby.