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The table of gratitude is wide and yet
We welcome so few despite its infinite rim.
Even among those panting, exhausted guest our
Eyes fall behind, unable to cross the simple
Shore of an already swinging hinge.

When was the last time you bit your lips
Because your view of the world was so rapturous
That whatever stumbled forth from your heart
Was sure to return as if from the aromatic,
Refined hands of some ancient god of flavor mixing.

Sincerely, When?
When was the last time you were taken a step
Back by an insisting gust of wind and forced
To admit in your deepest thoughts that
Nothing could taste as good as the way you
see this instant.

Can you lust for that, while tracing the
Exquisite shape of today's mood
Animated by a cosmic rhythm hidden in
your glance.
- Francois El Ausar