Galactic Breakfast Insight

In the stirring of morning’s pot
drama makes of the blur a breakfast
to be chewed on all day long.

No time to lose
all the time in the world to spend
on the smile of the century
breaking it down making
it fit into unmeasured

A robin egg cookbook
sun on the stove at the crack of dawn
try on it spice of looking inside.

Black to white in a mug
to my lips arrive cosmic
rays from an ice age described
in cataclysm from another

When meaning is so so tightly
packed into the cloth of an hour
how can you speak clearly?

Give me a brush
I will paint eons and tiny details
with strokes of eloquent
participles dripping with
layers of accidental


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