Saturday
Sunday
late night.
Awake.
Common enough. Wheels of taste never shut off. The day of rest seems restless,
I'm left with a fading desire to sleep. Back in 4 hours for another day.
Still quiet, morning.
Nocturnal.
plate concepts, dishes and hopeful thinking.
My first love is my true love-
balance.
no hiding quality.
awake-
to the taste buds,
mud crabs and ever diligent fisherman.
suckling pigs, and weathered farm keepers,
with the possibility of endless encounters.
One bite until I'm awake,
almost reunited with my love.
awake.
Saturday
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Elements of taste,
inheritance of memories,
inheritance of memories,
subjective thoughts and
provoking flavors.
Nutrients to survive, Food to enjoy.
provoking flavors.
Nutrients to survive, Food to enjoy.