Of simple wheat-
plain and bare You are.
Dull in state and stark
in complexion.
Of all vessels, why this?
Ordinary and boring to
all senses but one.
I see a circle.
I taste wheat.
I feel a fragile wafer.
I smell nothing.
I hear nothing...but
that's precisely it.
Silence. Fluid nothing
interrupted by the breathing
from the gift you gave:
Life In Flesh Eternal.
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