s./j. goldner - People like consistency

Like dining in a fine restaurant
Where the food melts in the mouth
Never all at once
But dissolving down the throat
at a slow gradual pace

To lose a morsel of flavor
Would be contempt to
Be shocked with incongruent
Spices would be
Sin.

s./j. goldner

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