Soul Food
Swallowing starlight, thirsting
on ether that roars through
the cosmos as fine, icy fire.
Nibbling moon-dust, gobbling
comets that streak through the
heavens from heaven knows where.
Digesting mysteries older than time,
inhaling the dew, grateful for tastes
that are forever ancient and new.
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