Let's journey to the Earth's hollow center,
where together we can hunt a few good
Nazi villains and coloring-book brontosauruses.
We'll be joined by our contingent of plastic
army men and gape at cold-blooded
dinosaurs with real thunder-lizard skin
swimming in the inner oceans, where tunnels
packed with polypous things bore rivers through
the crust. We'll ground our craft and plant
pills for passage on the witless tongues
of corpses, leaning together at the world's end
and wondering aloud why boys have nipples
when they're just another way for God, in his
Lovecraftian intelligence, to make us hollow.
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