too much honey on my tongue
cannot be sweeter
upon days when it sticks it
has not attracted an ant,
boring sweetness that makes the
mouth vomit and so i look for something else
its opposite: bitter
that which we junk becomes a need
for a variation,
we, humans, are not into this contentment
longing for sweetness that soon
will kill us,
and since we still want to live,
we take in
something bitter inside us,
and for a time again,
we recall, how sweet can sweetness be....
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