We were asked, amidst this shrinking and expanding world,
of our staple; it is bread.
A noun leavened with metaphors that it chokes imagination
thus becoming a phenomenon. Paris calls it Pain.
It has followed the harvest of civilization
it is what it is if you just say the name
like man to the floor it answers to all flour
Until I piped into the complex stories of tea
where I saw the staple is us
We who are most complex
are yet simply the one
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