In a Gourmet Narcosis

A Culinary Voyage Through the Surreal

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Sacred Pause in a Gourmet Abyss

While with sacred service suspended –

. Day one, and the divine aura awaits.

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For the last two weeks – what the heck? –

Knowledge brewed in a kitchen,

something gourmet stewing for a night none could pin.

. Hard times linger, shadows over the stove.

**Yet I linger, let me know of the time lost.**

. Please, don’t harsh my mellow, my zen untouched –

You can’t blame me, “For You,” mental illness walks beside me –

Summers-cent darling, pass the vibes, let them flow,

Don’t glance back. I still feel regal – like a king.

. “Holla!” if you hear me, morning rises with an exclamation point.

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Blind to heartstrings, Delilah, goodbye’s phantom clutching that lifeline.

**Good morning, neighbour, no PRs –

Ghosts have ceased their lies here.**

Best friends? Oh dear,

cleanse your windows. Blame it on the youth.