Sugar.

Cube, devoid, patient with time.

Into blue water, I know this rosy texture.

Change, dissolution, to become something else.
White crumbs falling into serenity.

Here I lay, midst your creation. 

Sweetness on your tongue, for as you please.

Drop, upon drop, missing on my real reflection,

I wait for serendipity.

Not until a little of  me is left.

You decide, I have nothing more to give.

I rise from the liquid, a newer form.

Something is different. I observe myself.

A sweet moment of chaos later,

the phase, I'll call it, when I had changed,

I realize something, and it pushes me forward.

I still taste the same. Alive, sweet freshness, and that of humanity.