the party was a long tongue licking the front door
speechless women
old stained wooden walls
surrounding the banquet hall
eyes of a child
ideas too new and strange
the mind attempts to digest
unknown flavors of life
night falls within the confines of laughter
anticipation at the meal about to be served
mouths salivate in ignorance
sustenance and encouragement
body and soul
the face feigns patience
party such a long tongue
a scroll with which every rule of life was written
empty void inside the roll of it
waiting to be extended
Yet no meal comes to this table adorned
to the most deserving people
to the most sacred of places
hunger tantamount to wisdom
sitting there
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