Toast
After a brief illness,
some dry toast.
This is how we create the world;
with electrochemical reactions.
Some enzymes melt monsters,
some chew moccasins
to make a morning supple enough
to make it to evening,
One thought must be
hammered to another
until a scaffold is erected
into mind-bones.
After the toast, a part of me
goes for a walk,
another part stays home
repairing a straw life, in case
the big bad wolf returns.
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