Tuesday 29 December 2015

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.

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