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The Buffet


Reality sees it’s beauty

Flooding the scenery

Filling the entirety

In a sea of Me


Liberated waters drench my eyes

In an expanding torrent of colour

I’m silent and speechless

As these words

This sweet this-ness!

Invokes sobbing gibberish

For the majesty of its this-ness


It's very clear

I'm hallucinating,

Just about everything

Except the I that knows

And this I is...

Just about everything


My eyes soak the sofa in smiles

My mouth gobbles up the room

Swallowing it whole, in one bite

The house slides down me

Deep

Into my wobbling fullness


I'm satisfactorily empty

On the fullest stomach

There’s always room

For more rooms inside

Just a swivel of my head

Beholding a new view

And the next meal is eaten

Seeing is a buffet

Of uncountable cuisines.

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