Yet another print featuring lil tee pee, formerly known as "Little Teapot".

While he clomp clomp clomps thru the woods,
they pop up, presenting to him, though concealed, former friends and enemies,
The wombs of the woods,
just another day of giving birth to those who left
unexpectedly.

They don't REALLY leave. That's a ridiculous suggestion.
They wait in another form and choose to return as themselves.
Months after arriving in the creation chamber of a pod,
one will squiggle and squrim into flesh once again,
able to pick up where they left off.

They are never not here,
They are never not alive,
When they try to think back, before existence, if there were such a thing, they get a blank.
OR rather, they realise the very concept is baloney.

NON-existence.
A big old paradox to rock y'socks.

They're their own lil' universes and there was no beginning,
there was no end.

There just WAS, y'know?