Submissions by gmoonit

We are the precipice he thought
Fat and happy and without a want
Something tickles the back of his throat

A fullness of the stomach and the mind
Making himself happy just being lost in time

A full pot sets on the stove, always waiting, never poached
The broth shimmering, glittering, a stew without reproach
Just turn the knob and watch, it will boil eventually
Sometimes you have to be the one with a sense of urgency

Thoughts come in pairs, some stronger than others
As the liquid begins to bubble
He lets some dash while...