Mystic in the Sky with Marshmallows
It was the twenty days and twenty one nights of fasting that brought this wonderous mystical epiphany so diligently, so tenaciously discovered. stumbling. stumbling forward to find the one. the object of hungry spiritual perseverence. so divine I could hardly believe the truth of it all. love. love is the answer. deliriously love rumbled in my brain. rumbling. groaning. dizzy with love and high with revelation. delirium tremens not the bad they said but oh the light! look, look! tripping forward preparing the only true offering. not your piss arsed bullshit shop bought fucking marshmallows. no. where's the dedication there? where's real love in that easy cop out 'superficial-type-love' solution. only ingredients carefully blended. carefully caressed. melded. heat. not too much, careful now. gently, gently bake the marshmallows for the object of love, for the one who knows this is the gift of all gifts. the only gift. the one who knows what now I know in this glorious revelation. no meat this world can offer in mad cow disease days. no vegetables screaming with pain. eggs! offered divinely. freely. squawk! mix and meld. nearly ready. sniff. smell that? hmmm. post them to the one. yes. box, box. where's the box. where's THE box? THE BOX. wrap, now. yes, here. bubbles. OH. bubbles. OF COURSE. message in a bubble. pop. pop. a revelation in bubble wrap. marshmallows and me. HA! sublime. divine. gaffer tape to hold it together. oh gentle light of truth. we two gifts. vanilla and me in plastic wrap.
OH NO! I can't breathe.
FUCK! gasp.
can't FUCKING BREATH! NNNNNOOOOOOOOO!
dizziness.
blackness.
thump.
Found, scratched in the flour on a dusty floor, in an ordinary kitchen in an ordinary suburb:
It's YOU
It's you,
and I WILL love you
until I'm blue.
(boop boop pe doo)
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