Our Meal


"Our Meal"

A flood of wonder runneth over.
Frigid water rushes from behind,
as your eyes search
for a foundation to build your thoughts upon.

We repeat our scripted conversation
It loops each month,
and we smile politely,
both pondering our ritual scene.

We forget to remember,
and remember to forget.
A familiar quiet fills the gaps that silence leaves behind.
"Take and eat" this bread and wine.

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