21 February 2012
The bowl, Blue, round and empty, Always those three, Nothing more. But as this bowl sits, Crookedly, in the nest of my lap, This is what I saw.
The bowl was forever full, Full of riches and delicacies, Yet as I came to eat, this bowl was blue, round and empty
Now I don't eat, I can't for all I'm worth, Now my life is over, I guess the next can't do worse.
The Blue Bowl • Opuss № I