But wait! What is this?!
The plate of pancakes was not alone. Even the void is not without onlookers. Who are these people of pancake? Watching from a perspective unknown--crowded around the shining sphere that encompasses everything we thought we knew and could ever know in finite space?
The plate of pancakes was not alone. Even the void is not without onlookers. Who are these people of pancake? Watching from a perspective unknown--crowded around the shining sphere that encompasses everything we thought we knew and could ever know in finite space?
Do they hold our fate in their doughy hands? Will they provide the moves and shakes while we are left to hopelessly tumble in ever-shifting chaos?
We can make the strong assumption then that these are dark beings. Formed and coagulated from vile, nefarious batter in a skillet stinking of the drops off a greasy witch's brow.
They are starving, ravenous figures feasting on dreams. Devouring the good as soon as it is obtained to make the hunger burn hotter and the sting of desperation sharper. Poison syrup pumps like sludge through their burnt, blackened hearts and oozes out of their soggy porous skin.
They peer like saucer-eyed wraiths dripping in the slime of indecency and other things that are not very nice at all!
They peer like saucer-eyed wraiths dripping in the slime of indecency and other things that are not very nice at all!
Surrender, plate of pancakes! There will be no glorious homecoming for you. You will surely lose any home to return to.
or maybe not. Maybe it's not like that at all when the light shines on the shadows.
Maybe we are only watched, only in the presence of, sundry forces with no right or wrong. No good or bad. Just the silly pancake people lost in their own roles played with full conviction and verve.
Fly on, plate of pancakes!
You do right by you and somebody will do you right.
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