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Tim had all the necessary ingredients right next to his ancient burner


Shark teeth dangling from a sunken necklace at the cutting edge but

The amulet had turned into chains and shackles grinding the chef’s mind

A lost recipe for happiness but and he had no appetite for nourishment

Attrition boiled over when nutrition resembled a poisonous chalice


Too tired to take stock he dwelled on his primordial soup turning back

Primitive and involuntary he turned on the gas and smelled his demise


Rotten onions had depleted his tears thinly sliced and disguised

Fetid leeks leaked misery a trickle or two at full stagnant pace

Spoilt thyme oozed malodorous rosaries into beads of corrosion

Squashed tomatoes splashed foul decomposition into his eyes

Fennel funneled his vision into a bubbling hell of indigestion

Olive oil splashed straight into his heart with no glimmer of peace


Cantankerous garlic would not fend off his festering demons 

While a bay leaf could not keep mortally morose sadness at bay


Great white oblivion but slowly Tim made friends with predation

Resolved he was allergic to fishy feelings and toxic distaste 


He did not remember at first how to simmer emotions and passion

But onions started to sprinkle tears of joy and the shark pointed the way

Soon leeks from a Welsh legend delineated friend from mal-aligned foes

Thyme soothed his splattering cough and he found his true inner voice

Tomatoes seeded bright red orange chakras from base to the top while

Fennel fought of bloating depression and conquered agony’s cramps

Previously oblivious oils from virginal growth re-birthed him into life


He licked his wounds and wild garlic from an ocean of wonderment

And chose the berries from a long forgotten and noble laurel tree


Tim had barked up the wrong perspective and had muted the roar

Eventually he conjoined ingredients recipe and fortunate blessings

Left the sharks out of the chowder and slurped smooth soup into his shell
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