Today we'll make sense.

Today we’ll make sense.
Though amassing ingredients needed

to knead and to ball up a sensible dough
and to bake the result

to right point of done
is never a whole lot of fun.

I’ve had my fill
of this bill

of fare.
But there’s

nothing to do
but to stir something new –

consume –
and construe.

I don’t know that the answer
might not be to flip off the edge

of the Earth, and have done with this
business of dying and birth.

But the lungs fill
and everyone’s hungry again.

Today we’ll make sense
but I can’t tell you when.


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