ekkis
+
poesi

poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Sammy
it was late when it occurred to him the bag had laid in wait all day he picked it up careful not to tip it over extracted from it a container hermetically sealed with blue top his teeth sank into the soft flesh of her gift - grains harvested, milled, leavened, processed, packaged delivered as slices dressed in caraway seeds snuggled around cucumbers and tomatoes and cheeses and other such wondrous foodstuffs as he was blessed to be able to enjoy a sudden squirt of affection leapt out of him at the thought of her loving hands preparing the daily care package the lines vibrated across the distance as his pulse travelled to reach her splattering before her face in a thousand little smileys 24-II-00
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