brain-stew

vague philosophical ramblings

a soup of thoughts

ocean of humanity

onion-seaweed adrift

in a salty stock-lake

to the far reaches

of our existence

a fear of the shoreline

far off distant abyss

yet in the safety

of the puddle

we intertwine our

melted-butter hearts

sticky liquid mess

of icing sugar

dribbling down our

thighs bathing in the

brain-stew hoping

to one day feel the

sand of the shore

exfoliate our

scaly toes.