“Irish Oatmeal”
The rushed colors flow within Irish oatmeal
Upon a lucky nut, steaming like morning breath
When my bowl resounds another shine in circumference-
Our breakfast tires around us to bitter pancakes,
Dreams unsettling these fresh bits, under forms
Bleeding into view across the kitchen’s universe
Nearing rough airs towards a yarn painting in bacon
Scent. I whiff a great touch reaching folds, inside
From outside, depending space to horizons watched.
https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Irish-Oatmeal-839138871
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