It sticks to one's bones, becomes flesh overnight
fueling the software to run one's neurons,
so music springs forth from the one
who takes time to make the sweet grain,
warmed over from stove to stomach.
Mixed with milk, dried fruits, nuts diced in detail,
it blends unawares the ground seed of flax
bounteous in roughage, all pipes it will clean
and satisfy daily the palate it first pleased.
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