Sometimes I want to
go to a fish market
and disappear among
the scales. To test
the waters of life,
where misfortunes
await me
and circumstances
anoint me.
To mock despair
surveying advantages
in your desires,
wanting more than
you are willing to send
in my direction.
I am a spoon
and you're the soup.
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Words for joy, Passion for reality, A spoon and soup Well done, Richard!