Soup of the Day

Flowing, pouring   hot   water. Ideas  and   phrases   that’s

all that matter. No meat not  flesh but only  soup. Hot air,

steaming  from  my cup. My  thoughts  are   formless and

free-flowing. I don’t   even know what  I  am  doing.  My

mind is nothing but liquid and salt. There is none. Not

a  single   thought.  All  I  know  is  that I  am  alive. I

am a human that you  can jive.  Man  of  thoughts

and   elusive   dreams.   How  I wish  it is  not a

mere  steam. You  might  think  I am crazy

and  funny.  But  I  would  like   You to

know      that     it     is    just      ME.

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