Breakfast

When I face

These pancakes,

Eyes search

For ways to

Dream.

 

Sanctity in

Whipped topping,

Butter running off

In divergent rivers.

 

Swirling eddies

Feeding heat,

Slumber awaiting

Questing organs.

 

Your surprise at

What feeling

Hits you,

Quieted of the

Mechanical noise

Computers drive into

Your static skull…

 

 

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